Autumn shows her lovely face in August. The light starts a noticeable change. Shadows are getting longer, the angle of the sun changes. My dogwood starts to change to red. Not many berries this year. The huge oaks across the street are producing acorns this year. They are immature, green and small, but last year there were none.
I love this time of year. The air is fresh, the heat is waning, the earth starts to glow with color along with the skies at dawn and sunset. Love the autumn foods, love the sweaters, boots, socks, and corduroys. Happiness and contentment.
Autumn shows her lovely face in August. The light starts a noticeable change. Shadows are getting longer, the angle of the sun changes. My dogwood starts to change to red. Not many berries this year. The huge oaks across the street are producing acorns this year. They are immature, green and small, but last year there were none.
I love this time of year. The air is fresh, the heat is waning, the earth starts to glow with color along with the skies at dawn and sunset. Love the autumn foods, love the sweaters, boots, socks, and corduroys. Happiness and contentment.