It’s autumn, which means the leaves on the trees in our yard are turning brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow. The birds are in transition, some leaving us, some arriving in our back yard. The garden is finished, only a few straggler tomatoes hanging on the vine, and the zinnias are nearly done blooming. The sun is noticeably lower in the sky at noon and the temperature is gradually dropping.
Unfortunately, the autumn also brings the stench of our female ginkgo tree’s rotting fruit. I never quite remember how bad it is until I get my first whiff of it, and often cannot place the smell.
Yesterday I put some trash in the garbage bin outside the kitchen and wondered what the hell was rotting in the bin the day after the trash had been collected.
Then I remembered. Ginkgo ball season has arrived.