I'm sure fussier gardeners are cutting back their hostas and daylilies while mine linger in their fall frocks. I've left the seed stalks of the hosta up over the winter a few years now because not only am I a lazy gardener, but they provide another food source for the birds. And they look cool dried, especially in arrangements and in a feathery frost.
We celebrate autumn with tramps in the woods. I'm lucky to have two patches of forest in our village that are lovingly tended, as well as a world-class arboretum, botanic garden and thousands of acres of forest preserve. In the susurration of shuffling through fallen leaves and breathing in the spicy scent of decay, I feel there is a sense of grounding. We can touch the slow spiral of descending days as the light fades and the world slides towards winter slumber. I hope you take advantage of a few free hours to go explore the woods, find an acorn or walnut, and startle a nuthatch or two.
The architecture of oaks
The occasional hawk
And fearless deer