The Last Breath of Winter
I am enjoying the subtle winter morning light. It’s the calm before the storm. The muted winter color palette has its own gentle glow of insular beauty.
I am enjoying the subtle winter morning light. It’s the calm before the storm. The muted winter color palette has its own gentle glow of insular beauty.
It has been a subdued autumn with muted, quiet colors. The air has turned colder, but we did not have a hard frost to turn on the switch to change the leaves to brilliant, bright hues. The color is there, just quieter, and more at peace with knowing winter is on its way.
I can see where the ancients and mystics say the trees talk to them. The sound of leaves is magical.
Pumpkins, warm apple cider by the fire, cinnamon and pumpkin treats, and cozy clothes are no longer distant memories but anticipated events. Each season has its gifts. September gives us daily gifts reminding us of the beauty of the meld of summer’s end and autumn’s beginning.
Summer is fleeing more quickly than an ice cream cone dripping on a sweltering summer’s day. It’s hard to believe it’s the end of August and that we’ll greet September in just a few days