Fruitful

Autumn is my favorite season, and November is my favorite month. Whereas September and October are bright and brilliant, November is gray and messy, with fruit ripening to mush and leaves descending into decay.

 

The morning after

Last night felt almost like the Before Times, with herds of children roaming the streets, in some cases accompanied by attentive and even costumed parents, and in other cases roaming free and unfettered by adult supervision. This morning, the sidewalks are littered with stray candy wrappers, and lawns boast the crumpled remains of inflatable ghosts and monsters, ready to go into hibernation for another year.