I love fall.
Last Saturday, after having eaten too much turkey on Thanksgiving, and too many leftovers the day after, my mom and I went on a hike. As we walked past vineyards and trees bright with autumn colors, I was blown away by how beautiful everything was.
I love the way that even though it is already December, the trees are still flaming with beautiful fall colors, the burnished reds and maroons, delicate, fragile pinks, fiery oranges, bright golds, and soft yellows of autumn, as well as the stray remnants of lime green. I love the way the green clings to the edges of the leaves, and the way that a little green always remains in most leaves, long after the rest of them has changed color.
I love fall because it is the only time of the year where you can see so many colors all at once. I love it for its beauty, but mostly because it is full of gorgeous, dramatic changes. And even though the transformation ends in the bare skeleton of every tree and of the landscape, it still feels uplifting to me, as though every thing is being stripped down to its essence, the core that remains when everything else is taken away.
But most of all, now that we are in December, I love being reminded by the bright reds and greens that Christmas is just a few weeks away!