My new neighborhood is filled with trees that seem to come alive in the fall. This is ironic because they’re actually in the process of going dormant for the winter, but you know what I mean. That brilliant, blazing pop of color that flushes over the leaves of maples and oaks…which inevitably leads to a lot of yard work:) Fall is my favorite time of year because you still have occasional days of summer-like warmth. The sun seems to shine a bit brighter due to the fact that it always seems a bit lower on the horizon. The air is crisper, cleaner. The skies bluer…as if to contrast perfectly with the leaves on the trees. I just noticed all of the color today as we were on our way to the farmers market. I realize this means that bare branches are just around the corner, their cold austere appearance seemingly blocked from sight by the brightness and warmth of the remaining fall/winter holidays.
Get outside. Soak it in. And rake a few piles while you’re at it.