Waiting for fall color

This year's hot summer has meant that Southeast Ohio has not yet seen a lot of fall color, a phenomenon that seems to be widespread in the eastern US. Visiting the northwestern corner of the state, conditions at first glance seemed the same: most of the flowers gone, and most of the trees either a fading green, or simply faded, like the tulip poplar near our house that has lost most of its leaves without ever putting on its fall show. A favorite trail at a favorite Metropark was perfectly lovely, but the colors are still mostly subdued.

The picture, of course, does not tell the whole story. Even though this part of the state has had some frost and most of the spring and summertime creatures seem to be gone for the year, lots of insect sounds were coming from the vegetation, and a few clouded sulphurs were fluttering along the path, visiting the late asters that still dot the meadow. And a seed-and-insect-filled area like this one hosts a LOT of birds, though again, they were hard to see, most being in fall plumage and blending in with the drying vegetation. (Interesting how that works, isn't it?)

Goldfinches were obvious due to their unmistakable call and flight patterns, and one finally got close enough to be photographed, with enough of its breeding plumage left to be recognizable.

 

Even though there was plenty of thistle to be had, this finch and his companion were hanging out in a large patch of goldenrod, demonstrating yet again that expensive niger seed and specialized feeders are probably a waste of money. (At our place, the goldfinches generally go straight for the black-oil sunflower that comes in forty-pound bags, or, better yet, for plants going to seed in the yard.)

At least some trees seem to have looked at the calendar. A little further on, next to the parking lot, human-planted red maples were doing their fabulous fall thing. They never disappoint.

Along the elevated bike trail that passes through a sugar maple wood, that threatened species was also in full color. If our changing climate does wipe out Ohio's sugar maples, I am not sure which I will miss more: dark brown Grade B maple syrup (as good on ice cream as it is on pancakes) or views like this one, perhaps the essence of an autumn afternoon.

Maybe it's a good thing if fall teases us for a while.