The change from a glorious fall to winter

It’s been an extended and lovely fall season here in the North. The trees took on their autumn colors and glowed in the sunshine and the unusual warmth. It’s been a time of “oohs” and “aahs” as we’ve taken in the glorious colors – golds, yellows, reds, oranges, and all the shades imaginable.

With a night or two of temperatures below freezing, the colors began to loose their luster. The brightness dimmed and the leaves began to loosen their grip. Down they fluttered (or seemingly slammed if the wind was gusting) and covered the ground. Rakes and leaf blowers have been brought back to life from the deep reaches of the sheds and garages. Now as you walk outside there is a crunch under your footsteps – a signal to the seasonal change to winter.

And as we enjoy 60s and 70s today, there’s even a forecast of snow in two days! Each year we marvel and appreciate the fall colors, and each year we say how much we enjoy them and wish they’d last longer. But Mother Nature is always on her own schedule. She has given us an autumn show that’s been spectacular, and for that I am grateful.

Barbed wire and weathered leaves

Weathered leaf_12586 StaateEvery Minnesotan found an excuse to be outside yesterday as the temperatures soared into the 50’s.  The sun was warm, the day was bright, and spring seemed just around the corner.  We headed out for a hike in the woods.  As we started out before 8:30 in the morning, the ground was still hard and frozen.  Within the woods, there was more snow on the ground, but as the morning continued and the temperature warmed, everything became softer.  The birds and squirrels were active, making their presence known, as if they too were enjoying this spring-like morning.  I found a large roll of barbed wire that had been left in the woods.  Amidst the tangle of wire, there were leaves that had fallen and been held in place by the snow.  Now they were weathered and delicate, leaving an amazing texture to their thinness.  The contrast seemed so opposite between the cold, hard barbed wire and the delicate, paper-thin leaves.