Fall leaves are quickly falling. The temperatures are dropping, the north winds are blowing and fall is in its glory. Leaves have changed from shades of green to a spectacular rainbow of magentas, reds, oranges, golds and browns. The air is crisp with the earthy smells of crushed leaves and wet dirt from recent rain.
Today I realized I had not one picture of fall foliage. At lunch my husband and I walked a couple mile loop, purposely avoiding the bakery and the tap house, to get away from our desks and to enjoy the splendor of our new hometown in autumnal glory.
Then there’s us, the odd couple. My husband is a skinny white boy from Southern California. He has spent plenty of time in cold weather, skiing, hunting and living. Yet, he shows up for our walk wearing waterproof hiking boots, flannel lined jeans, two shirts covered with a lined windbreaker shell, gloves and a hat. I’m in regular jeans, tennis shoes, a long sleeve t-shirt, a fleece jacket (no hat, no gloves), and my camera. I asked where he was going because I only had 25 minutes, he said he was prepared. Good for you.
To his credit, it was 44 degrees and the cold wind was whipping, stinging your skin. Ok, that was the first block. Once you got your blood pumping, the weather was perfect.
I took a bunch of photographs but none do justice to the amazing fall colors. Plus I’m late, I should have done this last week. This is the best that I could capture:
Our pathway to the park.
At the park, in full golden opulence.
As we walked, I scuffed my feet through the mounds of leaves on the sidewalk, kicking the biggest mounds into the air. I pointed out every squirrel we saw to avoid attack. My husband does not believe my squirrel attack story. I was there. He wasn’t. The squirrels and I know what happened.
Fall is upon us. Halloween is just days away (still not ready but keep feeding me Brach’s candy corn and mallocreme pumpkins for increased endurance!). The boys came home from school ready to turn in their hoodies for warmer jackets. They are anxiously awaiting the first snow fall and leaves falling to the ground and dropping temperatures takes them one step closer to snow.
I will be certain to remind them of their snow dreams when they are raking leaves this weekend.