Back to the historical society, where she explained that she was working on a paper for school. None of the older ladies staffing the place — clearly volunteers — seemed too surprised by her explanation. It probably was something that happened fairly often in this college town.
Danica did find an almanac that stated the first frost in 1884 fell on September twenty-second, which was very close to the average. Funny how she’d never really paid that much attention before, although her mother dutifully pulled in her potted ficus from the patio every year around that time. So the autumn leaves would have been at their height a few weeks later, and beginning to fall toward the end of the month.
That gave her the timeframe she needed, but what now? Everything she’d read seemed to indicate that
