Until this morning, I haven’t noticed any tell-tale signs announcing autumn. There is the early chill coaxing me to stay under the covers a bit longer and a few pumpkins by the neighborhood doorways. Other than those suggestions, I would claim it’s still September.
On the drive to work this morning I saw a tree whose foliage stood out amongst the bright green surrounding it.
The tree was yellow.
Sunshine made the branches look like they were on fire; a glowing crown swaying in the breeze.
A few of the golden leaves rained down in light flutters.
It was glorious.
I can finally say, “Welcome Fall!”
…until it’s time to rake.