The cool air of the Fall first hits us head on and as a tease it runs off as quickly as it came. Then it happens for real…we somehow slip into Fall ever so gently like a pair of well worn jeans that snuggle against our skin and gives where needed.
The hard earth cracks forth through thick green extending its worthiness with promises of pecan delights.
With tones of fire and flame throughout the foliage, the red cedar cools us with the softness of blue and green.
Crimson berries dance among the leaves, the boldness nearly jumping off the trees.
Purple tendrils grace the ground here and there to balance the ever changing canvas.
Sometimes we manage to breathe in all the earthiness of Fall in one scene…we seem to hold it as if we think the beauty will disappear if we release the air from our lungs.
The scarlet of Begonia makes its way to warm the heart and soulfully settle into our bones.
The yellow and peach petals of Lantana prance and pitter along their stems; they’re such show offs!
Mustard, muted pumpkin, and touches of burgandy brushstroke against a backdrop of green.
While the delicate Dogwood models its glorious blooms in Spring, it sports a brocade pashmina in the Fall.
Where would we be without the unpretentious cotton that simply bursts forth and beckons the eye to the snowballs scattered across dying fields?
In some firework displays, there are sparklers that unexpectedly explode.
Hardy Echinacea, tired from parading its purple loveliness, drops its petals and settles in for a long rest leaving us with hopes of its return.