Though we're already a third of the way through October, it still doesn't look very autumnish here along the river. Green is not just the predominant color still—in many directions it's the only color…though some of the greens are admittedly looking a little jaundiced.
This dawdling yellowish-green landscape is, I think, partly due to the river location itself—a result of extra moisture and possibly a measure of protection by being lower than all surrounding areas. I know fall color always seems late in arriving hereabouts, when just up the hill and up the road, maples may already be flaming away.
But not this year…at least not yet. There's simply not much in the way of fall color to be seen anywhere around. And given that summer's latter half was a season of heat and drought, it's anyone's guess as to whether this will much of a bright color year or mostly a bust. Another two weeks will give the answer.
In the meantime, the river—low and clear, looking more than a bit emaciated with so many rocks showing in the riffles—will continue to flow like a slow-moving mirror, doubling the view of leaning sycamore and blue sky above…and everywhere, the lingering green.