The first red leaves seem to appear in a blink of an eye.
Yesterday the sun was shining, my cheek was burning from the blazing sun that shines on my side of the street as I walk to work. It's September and I am still getting a pedi? My toes are still out for the day and well into the night. These birks still got some life in them. Boots. I think not.
The hibiscus trees are still flowering and the local market leaves the flowers out all night...I don't see any gourds and the restaurant patios are alive with the 5 o'clock daily visitors which are sipping on cold beer and 2 for 1 margaritas. This is still summer.
The sun quickly sets and soon the night air will roll in gently through my bedroom window. We are introduced for the first time since the early spring. We pause for a moment to agree that he is not welcome fully for at least several weeks and I agree to leaving the window half open in all rooms so that we may get adjusted to one another for the months to come.
The air is cooler than I would like. But a deal is a deal. My left foot is sticking out so the initial contact startles me, immediately I move the covers off both legs and feel the crisp air hit my ankles, then my knees and then my thighs. It briefly reminds me of coming out of a pool and not wanting to disrupt the nicely set up towel on the chaise to dry off, so I lay there and allow the air to do its thing. And as it begins to lift little water beads off my body I cool off, shiver and then feel a warmth that only the sun can leave.
Morning comes and the cool air of the night that came and is now gone. I go to the window, open the window fully, take a deep breath, nothing like the first breath, peek out only to find through my blurry vision a few blotches of red and gold throughout what I think are the trees. Not making sense of the nonsense that is without my glasses, I brush my teeth, wash my face and put on my contact lenses, come back to the window, pull the curtains wide open and there they are again, this time I can see what it is I thought I saw. The blotches are yesterday's leaves turned red.
Adio summer.
The fall colours can only be compared to the spring colours in beauty and awe. The reds, shimmery golds, burnt oranges and neon yellows are as surreal as the million shades of green that appear in the spring.
Every year the same 2 seasons leave me speechless ( I've overcome the speech impediment for this piece )
Fall in the city is mysterious and loud, in the country it is heavenly and should have streets lined with pre-assembled canvases ready to be painted with the beauty that surrounds them.
I am in the city....
Today I saw my first red leaves. I would bet serious money that they were green, primary green yesterday. I consider myself to be very observant and notice details in nature such as droopy hydrangeas and barely there buds, and follow them daily to witness their birth or sad death until the next time. It's always harder when beauty fades away....there are several trees
( mental picture, I can see 5 or 6 between the bench and the path on the way to work) now red, nail polish red, call it whatever shade of radiant red you want, red leaves. In clusters and not on the edges to think that the sun has influenced them but throughout the tree.
I walk towards the trees, walk slower and observe while walking, looking in my peripheral so that I can continue on without injuring another walker and take it all in. Magnificent!
Squint your eyes and each are jewels lighting up our skyline. Soon there will be " bushels" of jewels all over the city. How clever that a season is so considerate to allow itself to compliment walkers everywhere with hues and shades and give them the one up on fashion. It's genius, look up, around, down, dress yourself with the warm colours that is the hip and picturesque season called: Autumn.
Yesterday the sun was shining, my cheek was burning from the blazing sun that shines on my side of the street as I walk to work. It's September and I am still getting a pedi? My toes are still out for the day and well into the night. These birks still got some life in them. Boots. I think not.
The hibiscus trees are still flowering and the local market leaves the flowers out all night...I don't see any gourds and the restaurant patios are alive with the 5 o'clock daily visitors which are sipping on cold beer and 2 for 1 margaritas. This is still summer.
The sun quickly sets and soon the night air will roll in gently through my bedroom window. We are introduced for the first time since the early spring. We pause for a moment to agree that he is not welcome fully for at least several weeks and I agree to leaving the window half open in all rooms so that we may get adjusted to one another for the months to come.
The air is cooler than I would like. But a deal is a deal. My left foot is sticking out so the initial contact startles me, immediately I move the covers off both legs and feel the crisp air hit my ankles, then my knees and then my thighs. It briefly reminds me of coming out of a pool and not wanting to disrupt the nicely set up towel on the chaise to dry off, so I lay there and allow the air to do its thing. And as it begins to lift little water beads off my body I cool off, shiver and then feel a warmth that only the sun can leave.
Morning comes and the cool air of the night that came and is now gone. I go to the window, open the window fully, take a deep breath, nothing like the first breath, peek out only to find through my blurry vision a few blotches of red and gold throughout what I think are the trees. Not making sense of the nonsense that is without my glasses, I brush my teeth, wash my face and put on my contact lenses, come back to the window, pull the curtains wide open and there they are again, this time I can see what it is I thought I saw. The blotches are yesterday's leaves turned red.
Adio summer.
The fall colours can only be compared to the spring colours in beauty and awe. The reds, shimmery golds, burnt oranges and neon yellows are as surreal as the million shades of green that appear in the spring.
Every year the same 2 seasons leave me speechless ( I've overcome the speech impediment for this piece )
Fall in the city is mysterious and loud, in the country it is heavenly and should have streets lined with pre-assembled canvases ready to be painted with the beauty that surrounds them.
I am in the city....
Today I saw my first red leaves. I would bet serious money that they were green, primary green yesterday. I consider myself to be very observant and notice details in nature such as droopy hydrangeas and barely there buds, and follow them daily to witness their birth or sad death until the next time. It's always harder when beauty fades away....there are several trees
( mental picture, I can see 5 or 6 between the bench and the path on the way to work) now red, nail polish red, call it whatever shade of radiant red you want, red leaves. In clusters and not on the edges to think that the sun has influenced them but throughout the tree.
I walk towards the trees, walk slower and observe while walking, looking in my peripheral so that I can continue on without injuring another walker and take it all in. Magnificent!
Squint your eyes and each are jewels lighting up our skyline. Soon there will be " bushels" of jewels all over the city. How clever that a season is so considerate to allow itself to compliment walkers everywhere with hues and shades and give them the one up on fashion. It's genius, look up, around, down, dress yourself with the warm colours that is the hip and picturesque season called: Autumn.
2 comments:
Very uplifting and tells me to look at all that life and nature has to offer!
I imagined your " bushels of jewels" changing into"bushels with amber" and "bushels with opals" as October draws near and winter is getting ready for some 4,5 months of cold shows.
Love counterpointing your writing.
love, me
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