The Magic of Autumn

 

 

The little tree dressed up in its finest yellow leaves stands out back near the garden as proud as a young girl dressed up in her most beautiful gown when going to the prom.

This is the first year I have seen that precious tree in such glory, as if the little Elves of Autumn came tiptoeing about under the Harvest moon and with their Elf paints and crayons, turned the little tree's leaves into shades of magical yellows, whimsical under the sun, and the moon, that breathtaking Harvest moon.

When leaves on trees do change colors, it seems like it happens overnight. One day they are green. The next day they are glorious shades of crimsons, oranges, yellows. Their colors and aroma tell you Autumn is approaching. Hurry. Get ready. So much to do. Move lawn furniture inside. Close the pool. Get the rakes. Start raking. Clean the windows. Clear the gardens. Pour the cider. Get the sweaters out. Bake some zucchini cookies. Zucchini bread. Pumpkin bread and pies. Pumpkin cookies. Molasses cookies. Put out the cornstalks. Gather the candles. Make some soup. Yes! Autumn is gloriously approaching. The whisper of Christmas is in the wind, on display in stores and online. Catalogs are arriving. So much to do. 

One thing you must do is take the time to appreciate the beauty around you. Those gorgeous leaves will drop. The wind will see to that. It won't be long before tree branches are bare and, in many places, covered in snow. Be like a kid again. Go frolic in those leaves if only in your heart.

Remember when you were young and all you had to worry about was getting enough leaves raked into a pile so you could jump into it? Remember lying in the pile covered in leaves thinking no one in the world could see you? 

Guess what? 

They never could see you. That was impossible. It was Autumn. Breathtaking Autumn and you were outside playing and pretending, raking leaves, jumping in piles and hiding yourself from head to toe so perfectly that no one in the whole wide world could ever see you.

That is the Magic of leaves raked into piles over and over again. 

That is the Magic of Autumn.