A little postscript to yesterday’s entry about persimmons can be found here.
Autumn light. The air was so clear, earlier today, trees on the nearby Southwest Mountains looked individually articulated with a leather punch. On approach they changed from a uniform blue-green to every variation of green and yellow-green, sharply defined cloud shadows passing quickly through the mountain hollows. Green is now that flat opaque shade of early fall – a dead green, perhaps, but no less welcome for that – autumn’s commemorative green, warm, persisting, in no big hurry to fade.