Okay, I can't help it. As wonderful as is my long-suffering spouse, I am Officially in Love with (at least the first week of) November 2013, which is continuing to bring us autumn gloriousness long past what seems its usual sell-by date (though when I look at photos taken in November 2012, it was no slouch, either. Is this a trend?).
Clich
é as photos of tree-lined streets may be, there is no doubt a reason why we like such things,
and while raking leaves is probably no one's favorite pastime, how lucky we are to have all this "light come down to earth," to borrow Wendell Berry's phrase.
(And if you don't know the poem, you can read it
here.)
Some of the color combinations brought on by this season's changes have hardly seemed real, like this one found along a service road at the Toledo Botanical Gardens.
This year's oakleaf hydrangea is even more gorgeous than usual.
And something growing in a yard in my favorite Toledo neighborhood was like nothing I had ever seen before in November.
I didn't get too close, fearing to discover that this springlike pink was some hideously invasive thing. For the moment, I was grateful to find a bit of magic on an ordinary residential street.
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