Here, in Southern Alberta (Lethbridge County), autumn is approaching.....The fields of grain have been clipped short leaving a yellow-brown stubble like a man's new beard. The upright green lush plants have taken on a droopy look.....which means the sugar beets are waiting for the harvest. The trees, oak, still stand proud and uplifted, still reaching towards the sky but their green glossy heads are slowly turning orangey-gold as an old man that has started to turn grayish white. The grasses in the lawns are perking up now that a rain storm or two has past through the area. Apples, bowing down on slender branches, red and gold striped, are calling out to the gardener, "Come! Help me with my load!" The dark red plums are calling too, "We did this for you! Come pick and make a platz, a pie, anything......the burden is so great!" The Pears cry out, " Not yet! We need more time....we are green, not sweet....we need some frost to purify!" Finally, the maple trees say, "Ha! We can carry the colours through, because we are green, gold and red...... we are colours of autumn!" And, so, once again the garden, the fields, the orchard, and the lawns sing together while robins, sparrows, chickadee flit and fly southward. C.B.
Here, in Southern Alberta (Lethbridge County), autumn is approaching.....The fields of grain have been clipped short leaving a yellow-brown stubble like a man's new beard. The upright green lush plants have taken on a droopy look.....which means the sugar beets are waiting for the harvest. The trees, oak, still stand proud and uplifted, still reaching towards the sky but their green glossy heads are slowly turning orangey-gold as an old man that has started to turn grayish white. The grasses in the lawns are perking up now that a rain storm or two has past through the area. Apples, bowing down on slender branches, red and gold striped, are calling out to the gardener, "Come! Help me with my load!" The dark red plums are calling too, "We did this for you! Come pick and make a platz, a pie, anything......the burden is so great!" The Pears cry out, " Not yet! We need more time....we are green, not sweet....we need some frost to purify!" Finally, the maple trees say, "Ha! We can carry the colours through, because we are green, gold and red...... we are colours of autumn!" And, so, once again the garden, the fields, the orchard, and the lawns sing together while robins, sparrows, chickadee flit and fly southward. C.B.