The trees haven’t started to turn.
Usually, this late in September, there’s at least a splash of color touching the uppermost tips of maples and oaks. The proverbial fall picture—yellow, orange, and red. The fiery gems of autumn.
But when I go for walks, I’m covered by a canopy of green.
When I look out the window this close to October, I want to see a seasonal landscape. The jewel-toned leaves of autumn are gorgeous but, also, they would bring some normalcy to life. I kind of need that right now.
Yes, I know. I know there’s a scientific explanation (weather and such) but it somehow feels like nature is apprehensive. Like it’s mirroring the angst. Like the leaves don’t want us to see what color they are. They hide beneath their chlorophyll so we won’t see what the world really looks like. And right now, this year, the uncertainty of not knowing what color the world will be is too much.
My random thoughts in 200 words or less.
How are things in your world? Has some semblance of normalcy returned? Any autumnal color in your neck of the woods?
Happy Autumn, my friends. 🍃🍂 (And Happy Spring to my friends in the southern hemisphere.)