How Can It Be October?

But it is. The night temperatures are finally matching the calendar. The national news of COVID-19 and racial unrest and conflicting TV reports are fighting to take away the joy we can experience from this season. I have read some inspiring words and should repeat them here. But I'll let these leaves speak for me.

 I found some monster mushrooms in my yard one morning--as big as my shoes. The next morning they had been partially eaten by some night creature. Maybe the turtles were back?

The persimmon trees are dropping ripe fruit, making walking on the driveway a messy business. I can't reach any in the trees, and the fallen ones are too ripe and bruised. The leaves are pretty, though!