I think I missed it. I know I was working in my studio at various points in the weekend, I know I went out, but for some reason this morning I looked out the studio window and went "WHOA! When did that happen?!" Everything's going gold and orange and burgandy--still with green undertones, but it's past the tipping point into what my brain reads as "Fall Colors." I'm sure it didn't sneak up on me--I can't imagine the trees were lurking, ninja-like, until my back was turned, and then suddenly changed their leaves, perhaps with little tree-y screams of "Pink Maple Blinds The Tiger!" and "Chromatic Crane Falls From Above!" or whatever trees would call that particular move.*
Colors, not unsurprisingly--and painting, and interior decorating guilt--are the basis of this month's Wombat Droppings column over at EMG-Zine.
*This is a better image than the first one that came to mind, which involved the trees looking awfully constipated, and which my brain furnished with disturbing sound effects.