Well, unlike Isparta, we don’t really have autumn colour. Well, we do. Right now it just looks like the leaves are all dried up. I know the poplars will go golden sometime in November. But it doesn’t really look like autumn colour here to me.
It is still warm. Untıl recently high twenties in the day, but no longer 22 in the back house with the door open at 10 O’Clock in the evening. We notice a distinct sharpness in the air in the mornings (oh, it drops all the way down well below 20!) and, after dark we do tend to close the door into the back house. The moss roses are not opening till around noon (they like the sun) and the water is no longer scalding when we do the washing up after dinner. Most noticeably, perhaps, it’s getting dark a lot earlier. Before 19:00. And we can see the Pleiades right above us if we walk home late at night.
Our neighbours have trimmed back all their trees and everywhere you look, people are getting supplies of wood laid in. Celeriac, carrots, beetroot, radish and spinach are making their presence felt on the market. The palamut are getting bigger (we couldn’t quite manage one between the two of us). The barbunya are coming to an end. The swallows have already gone and it’s been a while since we saw any martins.
Most noticeably, perhaps, it’s getting dark a lot earlier. Before 19:00. And we can see the Pleiades right above us if we walk home late at night.