it’s the last day of october. we had one of the most colorful falls in memory here in minnesota. but the north winds rolled down from canada this week and like the glaciers several hundred thousand years before them, they haven’t left much in their wake. we have some really nice soil, some piles of terminal moraine, and these damaged mementos of a colorful past. now it’s time to square our shoulders and face northward with stiff nordic upper lips.

late october leaves

grass lake, saint paul, minnesota