transition

The leaves are beginning to change colors, change colors and fall off the tree. Just beginning. If you stand on the dam by the dock and look at the trees down the alley of the big field right there, it looks sun kissed all the way down. Just the leaves on the edges of the trees on the edge of the field are turning yellow. When the wind blows now we’re beginning to get treated to swirls of leaves, and if you’re lucky a single red leaf will fall down next you every once in a while. Normally I am here during the summer when everything is lush and green, and then I leave and return sometime around Thanksgiving to find all the leaves having already fallen and every step you take you hear a crunch. This year I’ll be lucky enough to see the transition. This truly is a great place to watch the world go round from. A perfect axis.