The leaves on the trees are following the rain. With periodic gusts of wind sometimes the leaves mix in in spiraling swirls - as if the rain and leaves are celebrating their own private and sacred ritual dance. A carpet of red, yellow, gold and orange is left behind, a glistening blanket, the first of many layers to be laid to protect the earth as she sleeps and renews herself for the coming work of spring.
Having been such a hot and severely dry summer the trees are already showing their peek foliage - with some trees almost bare of their leaves. Admittedly, I have to accept that it is almost October and thus perhaps it is just my annual sadness of watching my beloved fall all too quickly give way to the next season. Fall hits you every year with such brilliance in its dress of golds, yellows, oranges and reds - proudly saying, "I am here - am I not beautiful beyond belief?!", that you think she will be here forever...
Then, as with every year, slowly the days begin cooling, and before you know it the trees are bare, the flowers and songbirds are gone, the animals are nestled into their burrows dreaming bear and chipmunk dreams of the yummy berries and bugs and leaves they will feast upon when spring blooms once again. We on the other hand, are left to make our burrow as best we can in the darkness of shortening days while we dig out our favorite big comfy wool sweaters and socks and hibernate along with the bears and chipmunks.
Happy Fall Everyone!
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