Fall has always been my favorite season and October my favorite month. The angle and the quality of light shifts, from the harsh sunlight of summer, to the golden glow of autumn. Night temperatures are dropping, and even though the sun still warms the day, the air doesn’t quite manage to shake off the cool of the mornings.
Fall is a season that to me is more transitional than the others, more fleeting, with summer on one side, and winter on the other, sometimes encroaching on fall’s brief time. I need more time to drink in the rich colors and hues of Fall’s red and gold palette.
Lithia Park, striking in any season, is especially dramatic in the Fall.
I grew up in Pennsylvania, Penn’s Woods, where every Fall prodigious deciduous trees would put on a dazzling show that is forever etched in my mind. When I moved West among the conifer forests, I found colorful pockets of maples and aspens, but nothing quite like the season I grew up with. Now I walk through my landscaped village and feel as if the bright colors of my past have come to me!
