Turned leaves are now largely fallen, snow slowly creeps down the mountain, the chipmunks shaking down the nuts onto the pedestrians and cars. Don't loiter underneath the taller trees. Chestnuts, walnuts, hazelnuts, acorns, dozens I can't identify, they seem to change brands street to street, every conceivable nut, which ones are edible? Which aren't? I haven't a clue. But fall is done, time to do a sweep up of leaves from the yard before the snow settles, and - there's no new place on the horizon.
Grim, grim, grim.