Soon, the mornings will be cool as leaves explode in beauty. The corn fields will be harvested, and children will pick pumpkins, leaving the rest for the earth to take back. There were always Sunday drives to capture the beauty etched in my mind that lasted a lifetime. Children jump into piles of raked leaves, sometimes joined by parents. While pumpkins are carved and set on the porch, waiting to glow by candlelight.
Bonfires and smores, hot apple cider, and pumpkin pies fill the air as only they can. Dozens of trick-or-treaters walk the sidewalks as parents guide the way with flashlights, telling the smallest goblins to hold out their bags.
Sweaters are pulled from dresser drawers, and jeans replace shorts for another few months. Yard furniture is stored in the garage, and lawnmowers are replaced with snow blowers as winter draws near.
Autumn brings so many pleasures and anticipations of what awaits around the corner, but that's tomorrow. Today, we will watch as the colorful leaves begin their slow journey, falling off the trees in a sort of dance and coming to rest on the soon-to-be-frozen ground.
It's my favorite season, and I take in as much as possible to get me through the harshness of what awaits as winter softly knocks but not for long.
Mike 2024
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