Around here there are as close to four seasons as you can get in Southern California. (I consider this south as it is south of Monterey--It really is Central Coast but that is a little too narrow for the thought to work...)
In any case, the temperatures have not been out of the eighties in a couple of weeks and the nights are in the forties. We had a morning temp of thirty-five a few days ago.
The leaves on the fruit trees are turning and falling. The squirrels are fighting for food. The rabbits, hares and deer are turning brown and black. The air smells like fall.
But my rose bush doesn't know it. It decided to provide the appropriate color for this month:
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My rose made a special effort to ask you.