Fall is my favorite season, but it seems to come and go so fast. This fall, the colors seemed very lackluster. For weeks and weeks we waited for them to brighten up, for the dull browns and muted oranges to come alive. Then, for three days, they suddenly got so vivid we had to wear sunglasses to see them.
And then, just as suddenly, overnight they all fell. For 24 hours it snowed leaves.
This is our driveway.
This is the backyard:
And now, the trees are bare and brown. The air is crisp and cool, and smells of wood stoves and burning leaves. The skies are a surreal blue and the clouds look like a HDR photo over-tweaked with unreal shades of greys and purples and whites so fluffy they look like whipped cream.
It'll probably be another two months before we see real snow. Ahead are some cold, drab days. But I love burrowing under blankets and warming the room with a fire and serving hot cocoa with marshmallows. I love the smell of fir trees and sugar cookies and cinnamon-scented pine cones.
It's the perfect time for writing!