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As the nights begin to cool, the change in seasons brings new harvest
I forgot how much I love fall until today.
Georgia has been teasing us for the past few days about the promise of fall and the lingering summer. The cool nights and the warm days, and until I saw the yellow of the leaves, I thought fall would never arrive.
It was this afternoon when I noticed; I looked out my window and saw the persimmons in the tree had a slight orange color to them. The leaves on my walk today were beginning to change from a dark, crisp green to a faint yellow hue, and the sidewalks had a few more fallen leaves than usual.
We had an afternoon rain shower after a very grey day. I love fall.
The rainy grey days feel as if Mother Nature is mourning the loss of one season as she welcomes another, leaving a refreshed look to everything around renewed and sinking into a new season in her life.
I, too, need to sigh it all out after a scorching and busy summer. I did not realize how much I appreciated living in a country that honors fall until I went to the market.
I go to the local outdoor market at least twice a week and stock up on fresh fruits and veggies. Today, I noticed more apples and fewer berries; persimmons will start to show up if I am here in a…
