Saturday we went out for a brief drive. It’s been autumn here for awhile, but all of a sudden, I looked around, and it was everywhere–autumn, in all her glory. The leaves are turning color, there’s a brilliant array of rusts and golds and reds on the trees. Some of the trees have shed a number of leaves, and some are just starting to turn. The conifers that are everywhere stand firm in their greenery, providing a beautiful contrast.
And the air? I could smell the scent of brine, somehow, creeping over from the bay. Or perhaps, it was that sour tang of decay as the leaves begin to mold…I know that doesn’t sound pleasant but honestly, it smells like home to me. It’s not an ugly smell, but a bracing one, and with the cool, chill air I felt myself coming alive. This is my time of year, when I wake up after the rough, laden heat of summer (note: we don’t get super hot days usually in summer, but when we have a heat wave here, it’s rough because we’re not geared for it and not used to it).
The autumn sings to my blood, makes me feel adventurous, and the open road whispers that Mole is out wandering, and Frodo is on the road, and shouldn’t I be too?
So I thought I’d give you a glimpse of autumn here. A few pictures to show you the brilliance of the leaves, and the heavy laden skies during the rains. Click on each picture to see a bigger version. And while you’re at it–why don’t you tell me what it looks like during autumn where you live?