The more time I spend in charge of children, the more I turn into my mother. I find I emulate her management strategies, speech patterns, and overall mannerisms. When we were kids, she would allow my siblings and me to watch TV, but only after our chores are done. She would also use this as a threat: the longer we doddle getting our work done, the less time we would have for the fun stuff. Similarly, I allow students time to work on their assignment in class, but the more they mess around during the lecture, the less time they’ll have.
One Sunday night last month, I heard a huge crash in our backyard, like the sound of a tree falling.
Turns out, I was right. It was actually the sound of a tree falling.
A tree fell in the woods, and I heard it. So it made a sound.
In addition, it made a huge mess in our backard:
Luckily, since this happened at around 2am, no one was hurt. Except the poor peach tree, which was smashed into tiny bits and is no longer recognizable.
Now, we everything’s cleaned up and we have a ton of firewood.
With temperatures in the 40’s, leaves turning color, and rain up the wazoo (it hailed a bit, too), fall has finally come. I went apple-picking again this weekend. Here’s a comparison with last week:
Notice: there’s a lot less sun, a lot less clouds, and a lot more sleeves.
The trees in front of school had their leaves turn yellow last weekend. I told myself to get a picture on Monday, but a storm rolled in and knocked a bunch of the leaves off already.
Conclusion: Fall is actually here.