Fall is upon us. Almost.
While the air is starting to get chilly here at F.O.B-Y.F, some warm days have snuck into the remote Yamhill valley. i suppose we needed our Summer.
The leaves remain defiant. Clinging to their branches and their spring colors, they have yet to begin the inevitable plunge to earth...to be raked or blown into burn piles, maybe a mulch pile to continue the circle of life(tm).