Seasons

  Sidling in on its belly, seeking refuge in the cool, low lands, the fog quickly bled into the surrounding areas, blotting out the light and swallowing everything in its path.  Soon the landscape was enrobed in a dreary gray murkiness, seemingly devoid of life or color.   Late Fall, early Winter can have…

  Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened, caramelized sun flickered through the canopy.   A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering  underfoot, mirroring the trees above.   Autumn offers a feast for the senses, glazed in saccharine…

  The mellow, ripened sun set the landscape ablaze in its shimmering, saffron glow.  Leaves, here and there, had been kissed in tones of umber, vermilion, scarlet and smoky plum.  The verdant greens of Spring and Summer give way to the deep, varied, rich tones of Autumn’s pallet.  And the show…

  Descending to the ground, like kamikazes, flocks of grackle came to feast on Autumn’s spoils.  Chattering and cackling amongst themselves, their mission seemed wholly successful, even celebratory.  Soon they retreated to the trees to plan their next attack.   Acorns littered every inch of the lawn and amassed into growing piles…

  Blanched and pallid, cracked and withered, the landscape was slowly succumbing to the dry, repressive heat.  Lawns crackled and crunched underfoot as they lay dormant and drained.  Desiccated leaves scraped and scratched their way along the ground.  The soil resembled a great jigsaw puzzle as drought fissures became more…

  Sailing quietly towards the ground, twirling upon the breeze, leaves began to tumble and drift, peppering the lawn below.  Serene and lovely, mesmerizing and therapeutic, nature was tranquil, wholly at ease.   Technically, this Friday marks the official first day of Fall, and signs are all around us, save for…

    Hastening through the prairie, rustling and rattling the tall grasses like a predator stalking her pray, Autumn slinks forward, lying in wait.  She will soon pounce and make herself known.   The official start of Autumn is merely a stone’s throw away, and it is a busy time in our…

  Glittering, golden dusk flooded the landscape as the trees blushed in the gilded light, and the grasses swayed and rushed as the sun swiftly receded, surrendering wholly to twilight.   August too conceded, and with it, any remnants of Summer.  Autumn is upon us and changes are afoot.  Cooler temperatures, diminishing…

  August, like a cherished, faded bloom, is being tucked away and pressed between the pages of an unwieldy book to be preserved and remembered as a sweet and affable time.  Summer is dwindling and grows weary and worn, her youthful looks strained and antiquated.   But despair not.  In addition to…

  The sallow tones of late Summer were exacerbated by the ripened afternoon sun that made visible every flaw and anomaly.  A fine, golden mist was suspended in the thick, gummy air, never quite making it to the ground.  It fell silently and subtly, dampening nothing.   The mist was not falling…

  Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn.  The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish.  Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads.  Gold finches return to assess the maturing Coneflower’s bounty.  Autumn whispers its intentions warmly but fervently as…

As the Linden begins to shed her utilitarian, green overcoat, her gilded gown beneath reveals itself as she prepares for the long awaited autumnal ball.  The Maples too have started to slough their summer attire, and acorns abound, littering the ground below.  Soon, the landscape will be transformed, once again, as we turn yet another seasonal chapter….