I have always loved autumn. As a child I lived in several areas where the leaves changed colors and loved kicking my feet through the fallen leaves. For most of my life, though, I lived in the deep South, where fall color is limited. Brown, dead pine needles are just not the same. They don’t kick. They only get stuck in the rake.
Now that I live in the Smoky Mountains, I marvel every day – in all seasons – at the beauty around me. Fall is my favorite, though. After a hot summer, everyone looks forward to cooler weather and the awe-inspiring leaf change. Visitors flock to the mountains in droves for a glimpse of this spectacle.
For a little while, there are only tiny peeks of color through the trees on the mountaintops. The colors slowly creep down the mountainsides until they are ablaze. First, there are scattered trees in orange, red and yellow. The next day, a few more, and so on. The landscape changes every day. Shuffling through the leaves on my front porch at work brings daily pleasure. I don’t want anyone to sweep them away. Driving down our country road, I love to stir up the leaves as the tires roll down the way.
The variety of color is amazing. There are shades of red: cherry, crimson, burgundy. Golden yellow and pale lemonade. Burnt orange and fiery orange-red. Peering through are the green leaves that have not yet changed. It is a kaleidoscope that morphs daily.
The trees shed their coats of all shades and the leaves fall in the steady breezes of the mountains. Naked trees reveal hidden
treasures – moss-covered boulders, Indian pipe and mushrooms of all sizes and shapes.
Too soon the trees are bare. The countryside is brown and gray and ready to begin the life cycle again.
Is it any wonder that I constantly pick up the colorful leaves and use them for creations that we can enjoy year-round?
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