It is that time of year when migrating birds talk to each other in the night sky, when valleys are fogged in until ten, when everyday brings changes to the hillsides, when suddenly it is dark at 7pm, when the sun feels so warm in the cold air, and when the milkweeds are ready to set sail.

03 Oct This entry was published on October 3, 2012 at 8:35 pm. It’s filed under Fall colors and tagged Milkweed. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.