As September prepared to exit 2020 it decided
a flamboyant departure suited the mood of the
occasion, calling up the services it contracted
for with wind, rain and sun for one last hurrah!
September was far from exhausting its store of
tricks, oblivious that October would follow with
the very same cast at its command.True, September
began the process of autumn, bringing in shorter
days and cooler nights, frequent rain yet ample sun
in a Goldilocks performance of 'just right' that
heralded the forest's nudge to its demographic of
deciduous trees to pack up their vital life-juices
for cellar storage and deck themselves out in a
kaleidoscope of colours, while sparing what's left
of most gardeners' summertime pride and joy.
But now the business of moving on, releasing the
stewardship of nature's provinces on that inevitable
journey to winter takes precedence and so, the
very last day of that singular month distinguished
itself with rain squalls, ferocious winds, benevolent
sun displays, the forest bedecked in fine costumery
of glowing pride. And if trail hikers hadn't the
good sense to prepare for the unexpected with rain
gear, well tch! They still were able to glory in the
rain-and-dusk-effect of a lacquered landscape.