I live in a four-season climate. I am probably in the minority here, but I’ll say it: Fall is my least favorite season of all. It is usually marked by cold winds and rain, the leaves turning quickly from green to brown. Mud everywhere.
One year, the green leaves froze ON the trees then cracked off to the ground. Nothing pretty about that. Fall is tough around here.
This year has been different though. Summer is leaving quietly, with many blue-sky sunny days and mild temperatures, allowing the leaves to turn several shades of beautiful this year. If it wasn’t for the frosty mornings and the sun setting at 6 pm-ish(!), you could almost still think “summer.”
While at a friend’s house recently, I was swallowed up in trees and the fiery colors of fall.
Look at that! Beautiful!
I was inspired. I was moved. Moved even to steal some of that fiery beauty (sorry, Heather) and bring some of those leaves home to my farm out in the rolling wheat field country.
Hmmm. Not quite the same.
Shep the rooster, who is always “around” and in everyone’s business, spied me taking the ‘leaves and barn’ photo. As per his usual, he pretends to be busily pecking and scratching at the ground. If you let your guard down or appear “threatening,” even for a second, he is there, ready to pounce on you, beautiful leaves or not.
I decide to go in the house. Quincy is first on the scene.
Nothing but nothing gets past Quincy. He greets me at the door and demands to sniff out this new… what are these things, anyway?
He decides to check out Purl, who came to check out what was so interesting.
I was especially dreading fall this year, knowing that our family would be saying goodbye to Sophie at some point. These more-beautiful-than-the-usual-fall-season days have helped ease our transition.