I am beginning to see patches and sprinkles of fall’s color palette. A small patch of crimson among the full, bushy green vegetation. The trees with tops, the very tippy tops a brilliant orange. I imagine Mother Nature woke up this morning, said “it’s time to create” and got to work. With confidence, ease, and grace she dipped her paint brush in the paint bucket, covering her brush with a mostly orange with a tinge of yellow. She took a deep breath and made a sweeping stroke of color across the tree tops. Soft and subtle. Like a light breeze kissing the trees.
With fall just a week away, she signals to the trees that changes are near. “Prepare for the transformation” she calls out far and wide. No matter how old I get, the transition of the each season leaves me enraptured in how beautiful the moment is. And that’s life isn’t it? A series of moments strung together like beads on a wire. I love every chance I have to soak it in and tell its story. A process of collaboration and co-creation with Mother Nature.