Turning leaves

Clouds streaming from the East made the sun flicker occasionally.  The tide flowed over the low end of the dock in the morning.  Mallards ignored it.  Hickory leaves were beginning to toast.  The clumps of oak leaves that had turned yellow were now brown but most of the tree was still green.  Despite ham-handed pruning at the wrong time of the year, the camellia put forth flowers.  The saltbush flowers became seed fluff floating on that East wind.  Of animals, all I saw were chickadees and a squirrel.