This is my first real Autumn in I don’t know how long.
My first, honest-to-goodness, stomping-through-piles-of-leaves kind of Autumn.
It’s not like we didn’t have Autumn in Phoenix, it’s just that we faked it.
In Phoenix you wear sleeveless shirts in fall colors, switch out your flip-flops for brown sandals, and drink iced pumpkin lattes.
And it’s not like I haven’t lived in areas with four seasons before, it’s just I don’t remember being wowed by the colors. When we lived in northern Arizona, the first snow came sudden-like. Shocking the leaves into a quick drop. When we lived in Iowa and Nebraska, there were too few trees to matter.
Clearly, Minnesota is hoarding all the trees.
Real or fake, I love this time of year. In truth, it’s the transition phase between the seasons I love best, and I’m thrilled to be living where it’s so apparent.
I’m not alone in my appreciation; several homes are decorated for Fall. I’m told it’s quite common for Minnesotans to have quirky lawn decorations and from what I’ve seen, it’s true. A home near us has 11 screen doors in front — eleven!
This is a permanent display and I’ve no idea how they mounted them, but I wondered if they’d add anything for the seasons. I’m pleased to report, they do:
Looking forward to seeing their Christmas display.
Our decor is more understated, but not without its admirers.
Last Saturday when our newspaper was delivered, I saw the delivery girl taking a picture of our display. (I wonder if we’re trending on Twitter?)
At the website for Minnesota State Parks, you can enter your email address for “color alerts.” The state park in our town, the Charles A. Lindbergh Park, is currently listed at 25% to 50% color.
I think the Hartwell Maple Tree is nearly 60%:
Neighbor Buddy told me not to worry about raking leaves; he’ll use his leaf blower and take care of them for the whole street. The total number of homes on the street being three. Even so, he’s a nice guy.
(Probably a requirement for anyone named Buddy.)
In my backyard hidden among the leaves is a petunia. I didn’t plant it and there are no petunias in the vicinity. Yet there it is. A petunia.
It’s a Petunia Miracle.
I asked someone how long we’d have the color, she guessed another couple weeks.
Guess we better enjoy it while it’s here.
Something I did in Phoenix to commemorate the seasons is to change my computer’s desktop background. My favorites pictures included curving paths, usually through woodsy areas or by rivers.
Never in my life have I lived in an area with more desktop-worthy scenes:
Question is, which photo do I use? Current contenders are first, second, and last pictures in this post. Your opinions are appreciated.
Meanwhile, if it’s Autumn where you are, find a pile of leaves and stomp through them with abandon.
If it’s not Autumn where you are, fake it. 🍂 🍃