When I see lots of Grey Squirrels “packing” nuts into my yard to bury them here and there and using their foreheads to tamp them down before using their front paws to pull the grass back over the spot before they leave to gather another nut.

When I see “V” formations of migrating ducks and geese, heading for their winter grounds.

I know it is fall when I see a weather person showing the movement of the northern jet-stream as it wanders south, then creates a large horseshoe that incompasses my general area.

I know it is fall when I go weeks at a time with the A/C off, all the windows in the house open and notice how great a light blanket feels at night.

Then there are the obvious ones; when the air stops feeling spring and summer “soft” and takes on an “edge” I feel upon my skin.

I also notice gusty breezes that always blow toward my house where those same breezes intend to deposit piles of leaves so deep I cannot manage to pick them up until the following spring. The unusual part of this happening is that I only have one tree on my property.