Fall weather arrived reluctantly and late to Peabody lawn.
When crisp temperatures at last contested summer’s vestiges, this ghoulish gourd, as if by magic, appeared on the steps of the Wyatt Center.
Mischievously grinning beneath its leafy crown, it stood watch as sweaters and scarves materialized in the frost-tinged mornings, squirrels scurried to gather provisions, and the trees turned golden, red and brown.
—Joan Brasher