This is one of those fall days that teases and plays with you. The wind has taken all the leaves and the trees stand naked in the afternoon sun. The sun peaks out from behind the clouds long enough to give hope of maybe just a few more bright days. It will not linger long because it fights with large gray clouds determined to over shadow the light.
Fall seems to come soft and quiet turning everything in nature to a variety of colors. The back yard flowers slip into shades of brown while the trees move from green to yellow, gold, rust and red. Its hard to let the color go. Its eye candy and the inner part of you drinks it up savoring every last bit.
The mountains change section by section depending on their vegetation. Yellow more common that red. Stands of aspens cluster together forming a solid ball of yellow.
The wind is moving in and pulling the leaves from the trees blowing them into piles and scattering bits and pieces randomly across the ground.
The trees in my yard are bare and stand guard as they bend in the wind. The empty bird feeder hangs from the lowest branch and swings back and forth. My flower beds will stay covered with leaves for the winter. Somehow I just feel better knowing the perennials have a blanket for those cold nights before snow adds another layer. We follow seasons finding something good in each one. There is always something to look forward to; changes that bring a spark of color or a warm wind or the white flakes of snow. As fall slips away, I remind myself to look for the best of what is left of this season and to see winter as a time of rest and renewal embracing each day and what it offers me.
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