It's only the second day of Autumn, and all puns aside..
I've Fall-en in love with this season all over again...
The soft warming tones of russets, and golds, the way the colors on the trees have just barely started to glow. It's beautiful and favors us with a glow.
It's as if the trees are teasing us by tossing their leaves secretly behind our backs...twinkling down so quietly.
Autumn is a graceful ageing process, the reverse of spring when everything is reborn, now it's dying, falling, leaving us...and yet across the world, there is renewal.
We're still in the honeymoon stage of this season, it's all new, and oh so beautiful. Remarkable, and remarked upon by nearly everyone.
Chock full of a colorful texture that will stay for a while, until suddenly the landscape will reveal it's self as an empty house...bereft, forlorn, windows gaping open sadly.
The branches will tighten up with the howling wind, and the once vibrant jewel tones of the leaves will fade to brown...winter will creep in among the shuddering and heaving ground riddled with frost.
But those days are as far away in our minds as thoughts of spring...
For now, we make like the proverbial grasshopper in Grimms Fairy Tales foolishly playing among the falling leaves, marvelling at the texture that the season brings.
Let winter claim it's own in the future, for today we're bringing in the harvest.
Jen @ Rural