And just like that, the leaves have fallen and Autumn is gone. I know technically it doesn’t end until December but it feels over. The above photos were taken on October 24th when many of the trees were still clinging to the last of their leaves and that golden light was still there to meet us every sunny evening.
Around the time these pictures were taken, my brother was saying how we had had such a long, beautiful, peaceful autumn. It happens so quickly most years that, if you aren’t careful, it’ll pass you by and you notice a pool of bright leaves under a tree. But this year it stretched out for a while. Or maybe I simply made more of an effort to stop and appreciate it.
Now Sandy has swept through and left that bare look that will be with us the duration of winter.
Certain views are becoming more and more open as whole trees have disappeared over the years. And more will have to come down if this severe weather insists on creeping up so often.
And the leaves really are all gone for the season. Except for my Grandfather’s Japanese maple. We all protest when my father grumbles that it needs to come down—it’s roots are pushing up the sidewalk bricks. My Mother has an obvious attachment to it, as it was a tree her father planted. My brother and I never had the privilege of meeting my Grandfather but still feel a certain attachment to it, if only for it’s beauty.
Japanese Maple leaves always change later in the season and with such amazing beauty and fiery glow. Currently, the tree is still holding onto quite a few leaves but they are drying up and lacking autumnal luster.
Overall, this Autumn has been a beautiful one. I’m thankful for that.
How has your Autumn? Or how is Spring going, for those of you in the Southern Hemisphere?
Title inspiration: “How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” ― John Burroughs