Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
Are you up for yet another photo of autumn? I hope so because I’ve taken gigabytes of fall color photos this year! My mums came out of the Halloween door decoration (an idea that looked better in my imagination than in reality) and have been transplanted into the main planters for the rest of the season.
My last post showed some of the gorgeous autumn colors here in middle Missouri. Most of them were of overall tree color.
While the colors of the trees feature the greatest, overall impact, there’s beauty in the details found a little closer to the ground.
These mums were all white when I planted them. Now, surprise!, the new flowers that are blooming are pink and white. Not sure how or why that happened. Perhaps some mineral in the potting soil? Whatever it is, they now clash with my crimson, orange and rust palette. But they are pretty, so they stay. Maybe they identified with the leftover summer, purple petunias that refuse to give up.
I’ve come across a term called autumn anxiety, but for the life of me I cannot understand how autumn’s charm doesn’t win over everyone. Yes, it’s the bridge between summer and winter, and I suppose that is enough to cause some to look at the season with dampened spirits.
But not me!
“I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin and crisp sunburnt leaves.”
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