One thing I will give the weather here is its punctuality. No sooner had we torn off the last page of August in the calendar than it was autumn. Today as we packed up the car to come home after a weekend at the cabin, the air had a different feel, the birches that surround the property had yellowed, practically overnight, and their leaves were falling with even the slightest breeze. The cluster of blooms clinging to the wall of the cabin defied the change, though, looking vibrant as ever. Of course, I took this picture yesterday. Today it's fall and I forgot to check to see if they had gotten the memo.