Busy this week with maternal duties and, later, writing projects, I nearly failed to glance outside my window. Thank goodness I did.
Beneath a cloudy haze, a golden landscape beckoned. I grabbed my camera and let the screen door slap shut behind me. Beneath the soles of my Keds, recycled, river rock crunched, and the wind blew me toward trees and shrubs ablaze with color. Who needs flowers when your eyes can feast upon this?
Crapemyrtles turning shades of ochre and bronze.
Grasses singing their sweet, soft melody while their heads whip in the wind.
Majestic oaks tower above it all, holding their bronzed arms aloft against the sky.
Still, a few flowers hang on, and their colors are true in this subtle October light.
Some find fall sad, but I don’t. Two years ago, I wrote about the phenom of fall color, and last year, I went in search of it. Although I love spring’s sparkling newness (the season always reminds me of a spring green crayon), I also love fall’s golden fruition, a time to reflect over the completed season while we, gardeners, wait for winter to dream about an even more beautiful “next year.”