The world is gray and brown and dull and wet. The colourful part of autumn is well behind us: the leaves have not only fallen but also been trampled into brown mush. I’m glad for the little staghorn sumac that still has its bright leaves.

PS: The links below this post reminded me of a post from our first autumn here in Spånga, about how the city leaves leaves on the ground and waits with cleaning them away until they’ve been well trampled into slippery, disgusting sludge. They still do it this way. My current theory is that this way it’s easier to clean the leaves up with street cleaning machines, so they need fewer staff for the job.