Here in northern Virginia most of the leaves are off the trees. Every now and then Hickory and I see a tree holding its leaves, but it’s usually one like this oak that is in a very open area, so it could continue to make its sugars longer.
For us leaping thorough the woods, the branches are bare.
And for you humans, leaping through your yards, the lawn is also bare.
Miz Flora grumbles rather loudly about the leaves being carried off this way. “Where do they go,” she asked. “Don’t those humans know the plants need nutrients put back in the soil? That’s what composting leaves do.”
“They buy mulch for that,” I told her.
“But is it as good?”
If she doesn’t know, I certainly don’t.