Happiness is bright trees

[branchandroot]

It's Fall in lower Michigan, and that means the entire world is red and yellow and green.

Red, around here, means scarlet and rose and peach and maroon and salmon pink and crimson and copper.

Yellow means gold and pale lemon and amber and saffron.

Green means lime and jade and chartreuse and dark, dark evergreen.

I ride the bus, each morning, looking up to see the sunlight touching the tops of the changing trees and lighting them up like colored lanterns.

This is the place and the season where my bones say to me "You were born here. You were born now."

Comments

[china_shop]

That sounds amazing. Most of the trees in my city are evergreens -- we don't really do autumn.

[branchandroot]

This is just the right band to get all the maple trees and such that turn spectacular reds, and have cold enough falls to turn them all. I love it.

[musyc]

This is the place and the season where my bones say to me "You were born here. You were born now."

That is just lovely.

We don't get a lot of the reds here in southern Ohio, but we have all the yellows and oranges. I love to just sit and watch the leaves fall. It's the best season! Nice thick sweater and socks, cup of coffee, and the smell of bonfires down the road.

[branchandroot]

I had no idea how much I missed it until I got back! I mean, Springfield OH had some very pretty falls, but not this riot of colors and shades.

[azurelunatic]

It sounds lovely.

[branchandroot]

One reason I really love commuting by bus is that I don't have to keep my eyes on the road, and get to watch the colors instead!

[ephemera]

That doesn't just sound like you're describing something beautiful - it is beautiful!

[branchandroot]

Aw, thank you! I do get a little rhapsodic, now and then, now I'm home again.