Fall is in the air, I can smell the change. From the crunch of leaves falling from some of our trees, we look through the woods easier each week. Fall, or I love to say, Autumn is arriving.
The birds are packing up and flying away. I will miss them so. We have two large bird feeders and a hummingbird feeder out our kitchen window. You might have found me looking out a lot this summer. I truly loved seeing them arrive and I will deeply miss them while they are away.
Since as far back as I can remember, as a little girl, I can smell the change in weather. When Autumn moves in, she brings with her a certain pungent, “bite my nose” smell. Knowing she is lovely and flamboyant in color, I welcome her.
Her sister after her, Winter, “bites my nose” in a sharper way. Not enjoying cold weather, I frown at her for a long time. A long time, because she seems to not want to leave.
Her sister, Spring, may seem slow in arriving, not just seeing signs of her all over, I feel her presence as she sweeps a cleansing chill through my bones. She has been around longer than I realize, helping Winter finish up and clear out in a fashionable way. Spring’s flowers and young grass dotting Winter’s white.
Spring gives the prettiest entrance for her sister, Summer. Birds are moving back in, selecting supplies from Mother Nature, for their nests. Trees are in full bloom. Wildflowers are standing tall waiting for us to notice them as we step outside.
You feel Summer’s warm embrace, how serious she is. Warm weather turns hot. Storms rush back and forth from the ground to the heaven’s. Trees are done up in brand new green leaves. Where once you could see straight away, the trees hide houses and hills. The sun is brilliant as it shines through their limbs. Grass is always growing. Baby birds are growing. Children are playing.
But, our time for now, is Autumn. Colors of orange, red, and yellow replace green. If I were an artist I could paint such a scene. Tennessee hills and trees, an array of wildflowers, and fields.