Most of the trees around here aren’t very pretty in the fall. In my part of the country, we don’t get too many of the brilliant fall colors that so many people crow on endlessly about. Every year, no matter what the summer weather has been like, the trees change from green to dull brown or sometimes this ugly shade of maroon and finally to bare. It’s a depressing sight, and I’m not a fall holiday sort of person at all so that doesn’t make up for anything. I don’t see what the big deal is about pumpkins and why everyone gets so excited about them. They’re just an overgrown squash and nearly inedible too. (Gourds are a little better because they’re more interesting looking).
My dislike of fall is weird because during my teens and 20s, fall was actually my favorite season. I don’t know when this began to change. I also don’t remember what I liked so much about it. Maybe I never really did, and just convinced myself I loved fall because all my friends did and liking fall was considered much cooler than liking spring. Only old people liked spring best. Or so it seemed at the time. But I really am kind of old now, so I don’t have to feel guilty about liking spring best anymore.
I’m trying to like fall. I really am. The weather is pleasant, at least through early November (then it’s all downhill). We do have a few colorful maples here and there. There are actually quite a few at the shopping center where I was this morning (probably planted there on purpose for their colors). I decided to pick up a few of the fallen leaves that are actually showing pretty colors and arranged them on a black velvet pillow for this picture.
This coming Friday, October 21, the foliage on the Blue Ridge Parkway will be at its peak, and I’ve taken the day off work anyway, so I plan to drive up there and just try to appreciate the fall scenery and spend some time in nature before the dreary November rains come and finally winter is once again upon us.