Autumn Comes in the Night

Fall came in the night. I knew it before I even opened my eyes this morning in the change of bird song. I love the autumn. I love the warm, bright days bathed in golden sunshine and the chilly nights studded with sharp stars. I love the blaze of golden rod and the purple swathes of wild asters. I love the hues of changing leaves against the brilliant blue sky. I love the music of the crickets, who sing all day now, the firecrackers of grasshoppers beneath my feet and the last flutterings of butterflies. I love the nourishment autumn brings to my soul.

A Tree for All Seasons

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I read a quote once about standing in the same place and watching the seasons pass. It was by Monet, I believe, in reference to his many paintings of his water garden at Giverny. I wish I could find that quote again, as it has been very influential. I love choosing a tree or building and photographing it as it changes throughout the year.

I vaguely remember my father planting this short row of trees when I was a child.