|Early November view from the goat shed - sun peeking through the trees|
The calendar says autumn starts in September, but that's not so.
|Japanese Maple on right, Pecan tree on left.|
Autumn is when the trees say so. It's when they sprinkle their leaves on the ground in the wind.
It's when a sweater or light jacket would feel good as I head out to do those chores.
|Japanese Maple Leaves|
Autumn is when wood smoke smells warm and welcoming on the cool, crisp air. It is here when I get up at 4:30 and have two full hours for writing before I have to head out to do chores at first light.
|Even poison ivy looks pretty in autumn|
The colors of autumn are red, yellow, orange, and gold.
|Japanese Magnolia (yellow), Crepe Myrtle (orange), Dogwood (red)|
And so it is with all the seasons. It's not the length of day or the turning of the sun in it's course across the sky. Summer was when everything was green and growing; winter is when it's not. The colors of winter are brown and grey. Spring will be here again when the wind blows warm after a rain instead of cold. It's when things start to grow and the world is filled with fresh green, yellow, and pink.
|The blueberry bush has been the last to turn.|
Some things just don't fit a human time table. Some things have a time table of their own.