Three weeks ago. A snail feasts on a dead rose. Three more flowers to go.
Two weeks ago. Wild silver dollar plant. The seed pods will rattle all winter.
One week ago. Big-leaf maple and "normal" maples caught, for now, on the evergreen ferns.
Yesterday. My young maple has about one day's worth of leaves still hanging on. Bedraggled lily-of-the-valley leaves shelter hungry young slugs.
But the towhees are back, and the juncos; they forage cheerfully among those fallen leaves. And a trio of house finches is still here.
And Daylight Saving Time is over, done with, finished; I just set my clock back. I get to sleep in! Woo-hoo!