As of yesterday, it is autumn here... supposedly. It is around 90°F outside right now. I wish the summer would end. It seems to have gone on for a lifetime. My body barely remembers what cold feels like. Most of our trees still have green leaves (except for our quaking aspen trees, which I think are not doing well... the leaves have gone black and I am not sure what to do for them). One tree seems to have realized that it is autumn, though: oaks. Our neighbor's garage is near our house. It has a metal roof. We hear a constant pitter patter of acorns falling on it. I actually like it quite a bit. When we go on walks the trees are dropping huge acorns on us. Everywhere you go: acorns. The last few years the oak trees did not produce many acorns at all. This is the first year in awhile that we have had them. They seem to be making up for lost time. I have been enjoying it and wish them the best of luck in sprouting up some new oaks.