“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
― Albert Camus
Fall is my favorite “bestest” season. Spring comes in at a close second when nature renews herself and comes “out of the closet” from winter’s chilly embrace.
Love the changing of the leaves, Halloween right around the corner with goblins and witches, ghosts and ghouls.
Growing up in the country, the fields and little hills of Southern Indiana, I feel blessed that my childhood was a-washed in nature’s splendid colors.
I feel bad for those living in cities where sadly it seems (unless you have a well-kept park) the only sense of colorful style comes from clothing shops and television monitors. Come out here to the Midwest or head upstate to Maine or down South to Tennessee..immerse yourself in all of God’s wondrous creation.
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne