Today was a parting gift from summer. Temperatures soared into the 70s and the air was mild as milk.
Here and there patches of brilliantly colored leaves reflected the sunlight.
Clouds floated in the pond's mirrored surface.
Leaves that have fallen cover the lawn and line a path to the pond.
Fairy roses and purple asters still bloom in the side garden but the patio's border flowers have drooped or died.
Soon enough the winds of winter will blow through the naked trees, setting the branches a-clatter. Today, though, they whispered softly, charming the leaves from the trees to whirl and dance and drift.