This is how the entrance to our home looks in the bright sun of early September. I took this photo, because I plan to take a companion shot when autumn is in full regalia. The colors are breathtaking. I already have a photo of this entrance in winter with snow piled high and one in spring with the tulips taking center stage.
One of the pleasures of living where we do is that the change in seasons is so watchable. When I lived in a big city, I didn’t actually notice how trees and plants reacted to the different times of year. All of a sudden it was spring, and it was noticeable because cafes began putting their tables and chairs outside. Then it was summer, and smog arrived. Fall and winter had similar characteristics, but they weren’t really the natural kind. Here it’s all about nature.
I know fall is near because leaves are beginning to fall into the river that is behind our house and float away. The squirrels are fighting each other for the nuts from our walnut trees. The bird feeders are lonely. Spiders are trying to come inside. The grass isn’t growing so quickly. The days are shorter, and even when the thermometer reads 80 degrees, it isn’t so hot any more.
It’s a gradual thing. My next door neighbor’s son says the peak of the colors is always around October 23, and as long as we’ve lived here he’s been right. Which means there are almost four more weeks to go before I can take the next picture. I plan to revel in every single day.
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