To my mind, fall is the prettiest time of year. We may appreciate spring more, with its bursts of tulips and forsythia, after the long winter, but the colors of October are the best. Here’s a small sampling:
The woods smell like smoky wet leaves underfoot, and the cool breeze is a vague reminder of the months to come.
Then there are oranges and reds:
And sometimes all at the same time:
For all of you who’ve moved away from the North, we’ll enjoy the change of season for you. Along with the evening bonfire, the smell of wood smoke on the air, the goldenrod, sumac, and so much more. Don’t hate us– winter’s coming, after all.