I feel desperate to get out in the woods, but there's been a tick explosion here because of the unseasonably warm fall, so I don't dare go. The last time I went, two weeks ago, hiking in a place I've never ever ever seen a tick before they were every where. I walked for about 10 minutes and had to flick four ticks off my clothing so I turned around and went out, flicking another 3 off me, and two more when I got to my car. Instead of going straight home I went to the store first, hoping if there were any more to shed them before I came home. I found another still on the sweatshirt I had taken off and put in the trunk.
We had our first frost last night. First frost, in November. Usually frosts start in September, or even late August.
And this one wasn't even a killing frost.