You can tell fall is on its way when the oak leaves start to turn red. The poison oak leaves, that is.
Dick and I shared a dirty little bike date at Arastradero Preserve tonight. Unlike most summers, when I rode there every Monday night, I’ve barely been out to the park this year. So it was particularly sad that summer is nearly gone, and the wildflowers, so fresh and abundant in spring, were fading like the setting sun.
Here’s what we saw tonight, which stand in sharp contrast to the wildflowers of spring.
What signs do you see that summer is ending?