Here in my part of Illinois, the only effects of the storm were strong winds that blew most of the remaining leaves off the trees. Now only bare branches remain, whereas just a week before we were enjoying the last of the fall color. Some years I have photographed some of the colorful trees around town or taken Sophie to the nearby forest preserve to enjoy a different fall perspective, but this year I had time only to document changes at home. Still, there was enough vibrant color in my own front yard to enjoy.
The most brilliant display in fall is the maple tree that slowly puts on its autumn finery. In early October a few leaves at the top began to turn, and by mid-October the progression of orange and red was working its way downward.
The golden leaves of the locust trees gleamed in the sunlight.
The best part about these leaves is that they are easily carried away by the wind,
and I don't have to rake them.
After the summer's drought, I think most of us didn't expect much of a colorful display this fall. But we were pleasantly surprised. Even the crabapples this year were eye-catching.
Instead of the usual shriveled brown leaves, they sported leaves of gold.
One effect of the drought has been the sparse number of fruit on these trees. The white crabapple, in particular, is usually covered with miniature fruit, but not this year. I noticed yesterday that the few remaining tiny apples had already been devoured by the birds.
The old Hackberry is not an especially attractive tree, but it, too, added some color to the landscape.
Besides the maple tree, the most eye-catching color has to be the large burning bushes
at the end of my driveway.
Usually these bright red leaves remain until mid to late November, but this year the winds have stripped them quickly, leaving only the small berries on otherwise bare branches.
When I think of fall color, I think of trees. But the garden has its own share of color transformation. The faded blooms of hydrangeas are complemented by rosy-edged foliage as well.
Some of the ferns turned a ghostly white, just in time for Halloween.
Solomon's Seal, aging gracefully.
Oak leaves are not particularly colorful as they change from green to gold to brown.
But for me, it is not the leaves so much as the majestic stature of this old tree that I enjoy in the fall and every other season of the year.
By the end of last week, the maple had completed its transformation, shining for a few days in its final blaze of glory before this week's winds stripped its branches bare. With the chilly winds blowing again, autumn seems like a fading memory. I hope that you are enjoying the last beauties of autumn wherever you are.
Thanks to Dave at Growing the Home Garden for sponsoring the Fall Color Project once again this year.