All the greens have turned to golds, and the world is burnished by autumn’s paintbrush. It’s kind of funny that fall is my favorite season, when red and orange are my least favorite colors. I love the cool tones, especially purple and blue.
But that doesn’t stop me from loving autumn, the trees changing color, pumpkins and apples, scrunchy dried up leaves beneath my feet when I walk.
When I was kid we used to rake the yard and pile all the leaves up just so we could jump into them and make a big mess again.
That sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it?
Autumn is the season when change seems most obvious. Nature’s big party of hurry up and sow your seeds and bloom your blooms and live it up before winter comes and forces you to slow down a little and rest.
Well, at least for the flowers in my garden, anyway.
This weekend I am going to go and breathe in the scent of autumn in the mountains. The trees should be at peak color, and I’m going to do a little slowing down and resting as well. And reading. Lots of reading.
And maybe, just maybe, I’m going to find a rake and some leaves, and well, we’ll see what happens…
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