This weekend we were back up north, helping Maggie's folks close up the cabin for winter.
Sitting at the breakfast table and looking out the window toward the lake, we were reminded that 'fall' is a verb. The trees were making quick business of shedding their leaves - whole stems of black ash were coming down in clumps.
The maples at least had the decency to let go of their leaves one at a time (albeit in rapid succession). They flitted in circles, catching an occasional updraft, but never really questioning their final resting place.