Vestiges of the season

We have a mass of polar air coming in, and I'm desperately clinging to the last vestiges of Indian summer.
I cut some cilantro yesterday that had self seeded from last year's plant.

 

 

I took a picture in the backyard a couple of days ago of the final glory of the fall colors (crepe myrtle, dogwood, and sweetgum).

 

I gathered some of the few flowers that had managed, under the protection of overhanging branches, to still be in bloom...

 

 

 

 

 

...for one very last bouquet.