Nature’s last dress-up date before winter

Walking Annabelle in the morning means reaching for gloves and a scarf, but it is the sound of geese flying overhead that makes me realize that summer is history. Autumn, in all her splendor, surrounds us.

The deep greens of summer are gone and in their places are the vibrant golds, rusts and reds of autumn. It’s nature’s last dress-up opportunity before settling down to a wardrobe of basic gray with an occasional fur piece of white.

Everything is definite, impressionable, poignant. The sky is a brighter, the clouds fluffier, and the air is cooler, crisper, healthier.

The moon hangs above us giving a touch of romance to a black sky splattered with 40-caret diamonds. One can become bewitched on such a night. It’s easy to imagine crooked-nosed witches deep in the forest gathered around a bubbling cauldron planning their Halloween capers while surrounded by flying bats and wise looking owls. Black cats arch their backs practice for their yearly ride on a broom.

Squirrels, cheeks puffed out with their winter supply, scamper across telephone wires to safety, and hardy mums show off their colors sending a message to the delicate rose that her time has passed for another season. We trade lemonade for apple cider and spicy pumpkin pie calls out to our taste buds. Short-sleeved tops of summer are replaced with bright sweaters and sweatshirts with our favorite college football team.

I love the drives in the country where I can “ooh” and “aah” over the spectacular colors and appreciate the autumn sun that is just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

The leaves gently floating down to the earth give me a sense of security…an inner peace. Fall is a quiet time, an appropriate time to reflect about the light-heartedness of springtime, the fullness of summer and speculate about the future.

Joyce Ore

Joyce Ore writes delightful stories about life with a dose of humor and sprinkle of nostalgia. Her column appears Saturday in the Tribune.

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