Bittersweet are the sun’s rays that beam through the nearly barren canopies.  Bittersweet are the feathery seed heads that mature above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells an impending season.   Bittersweet is the maturation of acorns that continue to rain down upon the landscape,…

Bittersweet is the glimpse of gold that peeks through the green foliage.  Bittersweet is the feathery seed head that rises above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells a new season.   Bittersweet is the maturation of acorns that rain down upon the landscape, but sweet…

  Bittersweet is the glimpse of gold that peeks through the green foliage.  Bittersweet is the feathery seed head that rises above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells a new season.   Bittersweet is the maturation of acorns that rain down upon the landscape, but…

  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 plum.  The verdant greens of Spring and Summer give way to the deep, varied, rich tones of Autumn’s palette.  And the show is…

Without so much as a warning or civic alert, the bombs began to fall.  Sparsely, at first, quickly ramping up to a barrage.  They fell with great velocity, unbiased yet fierce.  The driveway, lawn, roof, streets and cars – none of them  immune to the blitzkrieg.  We had been overrun quickly,…

  Through the barren trees, the purple light of dusk lingered, softening silhouettes and gently submitting the world to slumber.  The air hinted sweetly of Winter, and the stars nodded and blinked in agreement.   Then suddenly, the air turned sour as dusk settled into night, and the stench of an evening…

  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…

  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…

The landscape’s golden aura is beginning to deepen and caramelize into blazing oranges, fiery scarlets and smoky purples.  Autumn is not solely a feast for our eyes but engages all the senses.  From the distinct smell of newly fallen leaves moistened by dew to their smoldering remnants.  From the rustle and…

  Blushed and gilded, the foliage gleamed in the afternoon sun as they ruffled and quaked in the cool, September breeze.  Here and there, a leaf became untethered, swirling and sailing towards the ground where it rested amongst the others, peppering the grass like colorful party favors.  It was serene and lovely, and…

Soaked and steeped like a lady finger dipped in coffee, the landscape is saturated, and the local creeks, streams, and retention ponds are again on the brink of overrunning their banks.  The bit of sun and wind that graced our area yesterday was helpful, but it simply wasn’t enough.  Monday night’s…

Without so much as a warning or civic alert, the bombs began to fall.  Sparsely, at first, quickly ramping up to a barrage.  They fell with great velocity, unbiased yet fierce.  The driveway, lawn, roof, streets and cars – none of them  immune to the blitzkrieg.  We had been overrun quickly,…