I asked the human female, and it isn’t my imagination. The autumns are definitely becoming more colorful around here. I’m not sure if it’s all the extra rain or the combination of mild days and cool nights or what, but things do seem a little extra bright this year.
(The fact that Sigyn loves colored leaves so much has nothing to do with it. Nope. I absolutely did not up the xanthophyll and carotenoid content of the foliage. That’s preposterous! Not I! No way would I meddle…
…Well, okay. Maybe I helped a little.)
Sigyn and the human female are doing one of their Neighborhood Walks to have a look at all the colors. I’ve tagged along to make sure that Sigyn comes to no harm.
The bald cypress trees around town have outdone themselves this year.
One of my favorite pranks is to tell clueless gardeners that all those falling rust-colored needles means that the tree is dying and should be cut down immediately. I once got a landscape professional to cut down a whole ROW of them at a botanical garden, before someone applied a clue-by-four to his empty noggin.
Even some of the oaks have colored up this year. This blackjack has a distinctly rosy tint to its usual paper-bag brown.
For sheer brilliance, though, nothing can beat sumac.
It’s very nearly the perfect place for my beloved to hide! But I see you!
The farkleberries are sporting some Aggie Maroon,
As well as some missed-by-the-birds blue-black fruit and one very graceful half-Asgardian dangler.
Other plants have fruit too. These yellow nightshade berries may look like little tomatoes,
but they are not even remotely edible.
Bet I could sneak some into the next batch of the human female’s stir-fry…
Oh. There you go. It was only a matter of time. Sigyn has found her favorite perch.
No matter what’s on offer, she always seems to like sitting in holly bushes best.
Looks like a bumper crop of fruit for the yaupons this year.
And the possumhaw is decked out as well.
It’s been a full morning of admiring and dangling–and we haven’t even made it halfway around the block yet!