What season is it, anyway?
I often feel a sense of seasonal disorientation when browsing through craft stores. Looking for fall decorations? Isle 1. Santa Clause? Isle 2. I expect to see the Easter Bunny around the next corner.
Now I'm feeling the same seasonal disorientation in my own backyard. The air is crisp like autumn, yet I know it's almost "Winter Break". As shown in this photograph, some trees are changing colors, others have lost their leaves, and these evergreens are begging for Christmas lights. Welcome to the seasonal vertigo of zone 7.
Back in my hometown, in Ohio, the leaves are snug in their compost piles and the bare tree branches are flecked with snow and ice. Isn't that what December is supposed to look like?