This season, this Autumn stuff–the vibrant colors, the crisp bite in the morning air and the cinnamony scent to the whole world, can just never arrive soon enough for me.
I wander around the yard thinking, “that’s right leaves–turn burnt orange, and brick red…
and bright, fiery yellow.
And by all means, when you’re finished, feel free to fall to the ground.
I love Autumn so much. Everything about it– the cooling and the colors and the falling.
I want to say to all the still-green-stuff-that-won’t-let go, “Oh, my word, could we just get on with it!”
Lucky for me, someone else is in charge of it all and sometimes that means we get to move slowly, carefully, gently, from one lovely phase to another.
In the end, it’s a good thing that I’m not in charge.
Just think what we’d miss.