FALL SPILLS FROM NATURE’S SPIGOT, and robust reds, rust, yellow, bronze and cinnamon hues tumble out, painting the landscape low to high. The transformative symphony shouts to us like a toddler seeking his mother’s attention! Look! Watch me!
AN ONGOING EXPLOSION of sights and sounds fires our passion and stirs memories of our youth in the embrace of our family. Now listen! The wind whooshes and the seasonal dance accelerates, then slows and picks up tempo again. Leaves twist and turn in the wind as the trees let go of warm weather attire that hid nests and wooded retreats. Each step through the leafy carpet adds a crunch and snap to the Fall harmony of sights and sounds. Walking here is meditative…heart rates slow and endorphins soar.
THE MARCH TO THANKSGIVING BEGINS!
TODAY, I AM THANKFUL I am here in this place and time to witness the ushering in of the Fall season once again.
Sue Marquis Bishop 2015
Women Living Life After 50 
Fall is my favorite time of the year. Gorgeous fall photos, thanks for sharing.
You caught me with “Fall spills from nature’s spigot” and kept me to the end of this lyric description of fall complete with a perfect simile — the demanding toddler — strong action verbs, and compelling details. Then you supplied visuals to prove your words. I so enjoyed this beautiful post.
Thank you for reading it. It’s Good to hear from you. My mother enjoyed Fall so much. I’m grateful she focused our attention on the beauty of Fall. Sue
I love fall! Beautiful pictures, Sue.
Thanks. So do I.