It seems like as the years pass, the summers get a little hotter and a little less bearable and the few cold days of winter...well, I've always hated being cold.
Spring is much too fleeting.
So, every year I fall a little more in love with fall. What's not to love about mild days and cool nights, right? And the rich colors...
When else can you find burnt orange and amber on the same oak leaf?
Whole trees of crimson.
Sadly preparing for winter one by one.
Feather-like tops for blooms.
A surprise bright spot of yellow blooms - the norm in summer, but a delightful discovery in fall.
And who can resist taking a moment to pause and reflect on the rapidly diminishing year while admiring the watery reflections of fall in the creek?