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