About a month ago Cole had a baseball tournament in Asheville, NC. The trees in the mountains had turned just a bit. We tried to make another leafing expedition the next weekend but a sensor on the car was acting goofy so we had to come home. The foliage wasn’t anything to write home about anyway. This weekend Cole’s last tournament for the fall season was held in Marietta, Georgia (about 140 miles from here). It’s located a bit north and west of Atlanta. The color there was disappointing, too.
There were no vibrant colors--no neon oranges, no flashy reds, and few bright yellows. Even the sumac along the road which is usually bright red is dull red or completely brown. The trees in the local area are the same. We haven’t had a chance to go back to the mountains, and now it’s probably too late. The leaves have probably fallen.
Oh, well. There’s always next year. . .maybe.