This morning when I stepped out the door, I noticed that the hue of the landscape had changed. Perhaps it was the magic of a rare October, night-time thunderstorm that caused the trees to change color. The change is ever so slight. Most trees are still green, but a different green than they were yesterday.
Sure, we have already had splashes of color, but they were pulses of change. The difference is that now every day for the next month the leaves on the trees will be turning color in tiny degrees. The fall color change at Mariton has begun.
This is the part of fall that I love. It is important to drink in the subtle differences of every day, so that you can appreciate the fall in its whole. If not, you risk waking up one morning after a wind storm having missed most of Autumn's luster.