Where are my beautiful fall colours?
One of the main reasons I am able to cope with the coming of a cold winter is beloved autumn. Half of the love for the season I hold—the other being the cooler but not cold temperatures, which have also been somewhat illusive—are the lovely pinks, reds, oranges, purples, golds, yellows—and yes browns—that fall normally brings in abundance.
As I gaze around me this year, all I see is poopy, blah brown with just a hint of remaining green.
It’s depressing!
When I look at photos taken over the past few years, it brings home to me even more how unusual this year has been in too many ways. Yes, I realise “change is good” and that a lack of rain this year—after the flood of 2015—is at least partly responsible for the lack of fall splendour, but this is a change I do not like. Not one bit.
I’m waiting for the colours to show, but most of the trees that might have shown them are already bare. I can only look forward to next autumn, when I hope the colours will return with vigour.