On November 2, I went to my spot in Centennial Woods, sat down on a log, and took in my surroundings. It was sunny but chilly with a light breeze, and everything was slightly damp from rain the night before. I sat down on a log, and began my observations.
The leaves had all fallen off the tops of the Red Maple and Northern Red Oak trees, but some were still clinging on lower down. The Eastern White Pines remained unchanged, as expected. The buckthorn and dogwood had lost some leaves and the colors of the leaves had changed. A few of the barberry had developed berries. The leaves, logs, and branches that had fallen in the brook had gathered at a point and were acting kind of like a dam. They created a little pool and a small waterfall/rapids section of the brook. It was very calming to watch the water flow by and babble down the different little waterfalls that had been created. It was nice to be able to notice how the place had changed so much in less than a month. I didn’t see any frogs and I heard very few birds.