Fall is such a beautiful time in Iowa.
The way that the entire landscape seems to shift from the vibrant hues of greens from the summer to the muted shades of autumn just amazes me. One week, leaves and grasses are bright green, alive and vigorous. The next week they seem more subdued in various shades of browns, reds, oranges, and yellows that delight my eyes with a medley of colors.
The air has a chill, yes, but it is not quite the bone-aching chill that comes with winter. It is crisp, especially in the mornings. It does bring us that reminder that winter is just around the corner, that time when it seems Mother Nature slumbers in the chill. But for a short while, we can enjoy the near daily changes of the season of fall. While one day may be cold and dreary, the next may be warm and almost summer in reminder. The sun, though waning in its power as we tilt away from it for that season of darkness, reminds us that life is ever present and eventually, this darkness will pass as well.
There is something to be said about the warmth of layers as well, for this season is ever unpredictable as temperatures fluctuate from day to day and hour to hour. There is something about the softness of fleece and flannel as they both encompass skin on arms and legs that went bare just a couple of months ago. Cozy socks and warm blankets have replaced sandals and beach towels as acceptable attire.
It’s not unheard of to have a tee-shirt, a sweatshirt and a coat on in the morning and be in just the tee-shirt by mid-afternoon.
It makes for a beautiful settings for one of my stories that I just wrote. I can’t wait to publish it.
It is such a beautiful time. Makes me glad I live here, where I do indeed experience all four seasons.
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