This morning when I went outside I noticed a change. The air smelled different. It had a crispness, a chill that wasn’t there yesterday. There was no frost yet, but that will come soon.
Yesterday’s wind and rain had scattered leaves on the grass. Many more will follow.
Pine needles had formed a carpet under the trees.
More floated in the birdbath.
And yet, this tiny primrose was peeking out from beneath its new blanket.
And this blue geranium, oblivious to the chill air, was continuing to bloom. Nature does not give up easily!
Further investigation showed this ornamental kale was opening beautifully.
But this pumpkin had not fared as well. A victim of our hungry squirrels I am afraid.
The nasturtiums are undaunted by the changing seasons.
And this blue star flower insists on retaining its place along the walkway, sharing now with the mums and the pumpkins.
But change is coming.
The dogwood is shedding its leaves, revealing its stunning red stems to the world.
The liatris has turned a lovely reddish purple, its flowers now a fuzzy gray.
But most telling of all, is the winterberry. Its berries are now a brilliant red, waiting for its leaves to fall. And when the oranges of Autumn have faded and turned brown, and the days have grown shorter and darker, we will seek bright colors once more. And then it is the winterberry, with its bright berries standing out against the stark winter, which will give us hope. With the evergreens, it will assure us that the light will come again.
For that is the cycle of nature…one season always leading to another. All beautiful in their own way.