I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. -L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Is it me, or are the colors of Fall literally on fire this year? I feel it through all of the seasonal changes, but fall always especially knocks me out. Last weekend we went for a walk and decided to take a different route to find some different things. The kids wandered and explored and gathered treasures and I wandered slowly, looking for colors and textures. I made mental notes to find out what some of the plants are – it’s one of those random things I’ve always wanted to be able to do in life – identify plants and trees and flowers and I’m terrible. But I’m trying. We figured out that our favorites are called pokeberries (not to be confused with elderberries and a lesson on never ever ever ever ever ever touching berries in the woods…) We found their incredible bunches and colors at every turn. The bright green new berries and the dark purple ripe berries, the reddish purple stems, the almost turquoise dying berries: all amazing. I know some people despise fall for it’s significance as everything is dying, but the last hurrah and the show that fall puts on gets me every single year. I love it.