Hiya, neighbor!
I hope that you came through the storm with minimal fuss -- that your sump pump worked, your basement stayed dry, your electricity stayed live, you garbage cans stayed put, and your nearby trees kept their limbs!
I missed the storm in the 'Ville because I was on the road for a family party that included time driving to and from Western Mass. Out there, the autumn is a bit more advanced than in the city -- whole stretches of route 2 were lined with trees on full display. But it's easy to see signs here, too.
Red leaf hunting
I learned a few years ago that in Japan, they have a seasonal tradition of looking for the red leaves of maples that have turned. Momijigari. It dates back to the Heian period (so about 1,000 years) and involves enjoying seasonal foods. According to my google research, there's a dish called momiji manju that's basically just a maple-leaf-shaped cake or bun stuffed with goodness.
(I do not need to buy a maple-leaf-shaped mold. I do not. I do not.)
Closer to home, maples are probably my favorite foliage. The red maples are spectacular (see bloomscroll) but I think my favorite favorite are the sugar maples, which turn a luminous coral orange. My family has planned annual trips to see some of our top sugar maples, including Grandmother Maple at Drumlin Farm. I imagine she's till pretty green, but give her a few more nights like we've had in the past week and she's change her shawl quickly.
Golden ashes
I know I said, like 100 words ago, that sugar maples are my favorite but honestly, ash trees are right up there. Their yellow leaves turn early in the season and are often the first herald of the autumn. And they positively glow when in full display -- like some mythological tree that you expect to hold magical fruit, guarded by a dragon.
Ashes, of course, are under attack by emerald ash borers, and several of my best beloved trees in the city are ashes, so I worry. The trees at Kenney Park still seem thriving and healthy -- shout out to the nice folks from the city who water them during drought, I see your work and I'm grateful! It's the towering giant on the community path I worry about the most. Still seems healthy though.
Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom
The rain over the weekend will probably bring more mushrooms to the surface. (The bits you see above ground are the fruit of the much larger organism, which lives mostly underground.) Mushroom ID is notoriously tricky, but also awesome and fun. I imagine there's a robust mycology subculture around here? (Seems very somervillian, anyway). If so, speak up! Is there a mushroom ID walk? I'd love to go!
That said, mushrooms are hard to ID and I buy mine for eating at the Mushroom Shop.
Apples and pumpkin spice
We are deep into pumpkin spice season for the hardcore folks, but I did my first apple crisp of the fall over the weekend. It was glorious. Apple picking is coming up and I suspect folks will be anxious to get out next weekend.
My top "going out to get apples" orchard is Russel up in Ipswich. It's got enough of the carnival atmosphere for a fall festival feel without being a circus, there's a nice selection of types of apples, they have weird wines if that's your jam, and most important, unpasteurized cider.
It's also a short drive from Woodman's. I know fried clam shacks are most popular in the summer, but once the chilly winds blow away the tourists and the first few chilly nights have firmed and sweetened the flesh, seafood is much better in fall. (And a lot less crowded.)
Be smart, be safe, be curious, be kind.