Two weeks ago exactly I wrote a post with a few images I associate with Autumn in Cyprus. Some fruit, a cat bed, a cloudy sunset, and a few fallen leaves in our side yard.
Since then the temperature has dropped somewhat; this morning I switched the thin duvet, which we started using just two weeks ago, for the warmer one. We're both wearing long-sleeved warm sweaters or jackets all the time during the day, not just in evenings. I have put both my pairs of summer sandals through the washing machine, and put them away for the winter.
And this morning I went out for a short walk on my own (since my friend Sheila is self-isolating with her family, hopefully just for a few days, after a Covid positive contact). I don't walk along the Salt Lake trail when I'm by myself, but today I did go through what we think of as the main part of the park area. And since there was nobody to chat with, I observed the trees and foliage rather more than I normally do.
The first thing that struck me was how green everywhere was looking: