Acceleration in the coloring of the leaves throughout week

will rise so high. Most of the days this week will be in the 60s or 70s, with the latter predominating. On Oct. 4, however, a 10 percent chance of highs only in the 40s occurs for the first time since May 25. Light frost strikes 10 to 20 percent of all the nights, with Oct. 3 most likely to bring a damaging freeze in the 20s (a 5 percent chance of that). in the bag, and the grape harvest is in full swing. Soybeans are mature on half of the area’s farms. Twenty percent of that crop and 10 percent of the corn have been cut. A fourth of the winter wheat has usually been planted.

Perennials, shrubs and fruit trees may be fertilized throughout October to encourage growth and improved flowering next spring and summer. As the moon wanes, put in scillas, snowdrops, tulips, daffodils, and crocuses for the March and April garden. first, then the deer move on to the red oak acorns – some of their favorite autumn treats.

Wildflowers and grasses usually stop flowering by the middle of September, and nourishing seeds will be forming during autumn throughout fields and woods. Among the most common wildflower food, the nutlets of the goldenrod attract deer, especially after acorns are gone. Cranberries are popular as long as they last, and wetlands often provide other options for late fall feeding. Roadside foraging becomes extremely lean in November and December; early sprouting winter wheat, however, could bring deer to those tender green shoots well into the cooler months. Staghorn sumac fruit clusters stand out after leaf fall and can also be very attractive to game. tucked inside of tragedy, reveals the truth of matter and time, simultaneous movement away and toward, tidal rotation, a perfect loop that denies cosmology of everlasting expansion, a circle which denies that everything is traveling toward some particular end, denies that our acts and our lives are expanding forever outward like the universe, exploding from a tiny seed and egg, their eventual end unknowable or tracked by Jesus for doomsday judgment.

Sometimes, of course, it doesn’t help to try to understand how everything fits together, how bad is balanced out by good, how loss is soothed by gain, how everything must have a purpose, how life has meaning, how all my actions are watched and weighed. And when I try too hard to understand rebirth in dying, the truth of symmetry and counterpoint blurs all the edges of my autumn confusion. Looking ever more closely, I find the borders of my thoughts and emotions are lost from view. Questions of ultimate concern become cloudy and irrelevant in my escape to October myopia.

I concentrate just on what is here before me now, understanding less of what I see the closer I move until I reduce geography to my unfocused inner eye; there everything is present and porous and connected. Then I lose control of transcendence and destiny. Blinded by the world so close, I foil the receding glow of the Big Bang and linear time. I curl up and ride dizzy and undone on the foggy, spinning radii of seasons.