09/28/2026
The equinox passed on Tuesday. The first real storm of the season came two days later. Half an inch of rain across the lowlands, gusts in the twenties and thirties, snow only above five thousand feet. Not much of a storm. A rehearsal.
The woodland took it as a threshold regardless. By the second day the moss on the north side had gone from gray to green, and the whole slope smelled like the inside of a cedar.
Vine maple (Acer circinatum) has started along the sun-facing edge — four or five leaves to a branch, while the interior of the shrub stays flatly green. Western sword fern (Polystichum munitum) did what it always does: nothing.
What the wind actually delivered was on the ground.
Field note in the comments.