“Autumn is a patient season.” I told her as we sat on a wooden bench tucked away in the corner of the garden.
f each season has a personality then I think Fall would be the most patient. It starts earlier than people think and long before an Autumn chill hangs in the air. Sure people in the States consider “summer” to range from Memorial to Labor Day, but no one would consider these hot and humid early September days “Fall.” However if you look around the gentle touch of Autumn is making its presence felt. The youthful ferocity of Summer is waning and a wilt can be seen weighing heavy on the leaves. The palette of the landscape has begun to change too: touches of deep rustic colors, flecks of brown drying leaves, and a deep conifer green start to permeate your vision. When the lushness of summer has truly run its course then, and only then, will Fall assume its role as “the season.” For now, it waits and bides its time, residing in the ebb and droop of summer, appearing silently in the color of newly bloomed petals and as the brown in wither of others. Here as some of Autumn’s secret colors.