Pink dogwood foliage hangs above the white picket gate
in front of a neighbor's house.  In just the past week,
the leaves have started to turn color.

Every tree--even of the same species--has its own unique
schedule.  This red maple was the first to lose its leaves
last year, and tends to do so quickly--not more than a
couple of weeks from the first sign of color to totally bare.
It's in-process now, briefly a wonderful orange-gold. 

Rounding a corner, I came across these bright yellow flowers, the last
remaining blooms in a border of many varied perennials.

On the path behind the Park Avenue pond, I discovered two kids out
in a boat on the water.  The pond is not natural, but is filled from
the municipal supply.  Still, it blends into its surroundings extremely
well, and provides a home for ducks and wintering Canada geese.

Wild plums not much bigger than fat cherries hang in dense clusters along
the path behind the pond.  Unfortunately, seepage from a toxic spill in the
nearby rail yards has invaded the ground under the pond area, so I'm not
about to take chances on eating the fruit.

Fall-blooming colchicum, whose flowers push their way through
the soil without the benefit of leaves, are seen in clusters all
over the River Road area.  Bulb flowers, mostly spring-blooming,
are plentiful here, some of them in broad clusters that have
obviously spread in size over decades.