Ode to Fall

I can't write poems, or maybe I could express how much I love fall! Even the name, or true name, Autumn, is wonderful to hear and say. I'm not sure if it's all the colors that I love - the golds, reds, oranges, browns, or maybe the crispness in the air. There's the time change and being able to sleep in an extra hour, the fluffy socks that you get to pull out of storage, the Indian Corn....it's ALL SO GREAT!

For about the last week, on the drive to school, the kids have been noticing the changing leaves. There is one tree that Laura says is "on fire". We love that tree and I will have to stop by the side of the road so I can take a picture of it. Well, we also have a tree (a new one) that is changing color. It's a purple Ash tree and the leaves are turning a wonderful purple/bronze color. I just love it! So the other day I took a picture standing under it. I think I might actually pull out my sketch book and draw this. I love the way it looks sunny, but you can almost feel the cold.

The neighbors have a really great tree in the front of their yard too. It's one of those Maples that the leaves turn every fall color and those colors are pure. The red is crayola red, the yellow is canary yellow....pure colors. So I took a picture of that too. It's full of luster and glory of fall! Here it is with their cute little "wishing well". It almost doesn't even look real for the colors. It reminds me of when my mom would take walks with Ben down the street and come how with the most perfect Maple leaves. Autumn doesn't last long enough though. Before we know it, these same trees will be just wood covered in snow!