Fall is in the Air

Tis the season again and although I have never actually raked them from the kitchen (not a bad idea), I have, and will again, sweep them from it as they are blown in through open doors, carried in on boots or with the cats. Since I already call myself a redneck, I thought this was apropos. I took the picture outside to get a few of the many leaves to accompany it.

Mostly I try to keep them away from the house with a leaf blower. It doesn't have the aesthetic beauty of the lawn rake but it does the job in an hour that the rake used to need half a day. With seven oaks right near the house, rain storms that make them sodden and hard to move, I try to stay ahead of them.

These photos are trees we planted around the house. Where we live, the fall colors on this farm are not naturally as vibrant as I knew was possible; so I went looking for trees to plant just for their fall colors. Hey, it's coming anyway, I might as well enjoy it.

Though I never like it when fall comes, I also can never deny it's probably the most beautiful season with its showy splashes of color, its interesting skies. There is the feeling in the air-- this is it boys, make it good --as the plants head toward dormancy.


Yesterday while the main burst of fall was just beginning along the creek, barely tinging the tree tops, the skies were wonderful, constantly changing, symphonic temptations with their mix of colors and shapes. I took my camera with me several times.