Within a day those leaves dried up, curled up, and became crunchy under my feet. The chrysanthemum is held hostage in it's cage so as not to become dessert for the deer or groundhogs. And the morning glories are taking advantage of the fall angle of the sun and staying open longer into the day, but they will perish as soon as we have a frost. The weeds that I never got to this summer are brown in the landscape giving the backyard a bit of a meadow-like appearance. It's pleasing and frustrating at the same time.