softball and pumpkins

This past weekend was the last official weekend of summer. But it felt much more like the first weekend of autumn. Within a day, temperatures veered from summer-like to crisp to absolutely frigid.  But nonetheless, still being summer, it meant that summer activities were still occurring.  Like my daughter's softball tournament.  Being a dutiful parent, I watched most of the games.  But during the hour-long warm-ups, I tended to wander off.  And on one of my walks, I encountered a tree that looked as though it had miniature pumpkins hanging from it.

When I got closer, I recognized it for what it really was.  But I prefer to stand back and squint.  Then, I'm not looking at a Mountain Ash.  I'm looking at a Halloween Tree.