I love fall colors. I love crunchy leaves, trees that look like they’re on fire, and how vivid everything is.
The tree in our front yard is ablaze.
I love the way some of the leaves are spotted, some look like they have burned edges, and some are just pure color.
The other day I noticed that some bird has claimed our tree for its home. I’m curious to see how long it sticks around.
My neighbor’s tree is changing more slowly, and it’s not quite as vivid. I still enjoy seeing the green leaves next to the more colorful fall colors though.
One of the most satisfying parts of fall though, for me, is what happens after the leaves fall off the trees.
It dries up,
and turns into the perfect pile of crackly things to step on when I’m outside.
It almost feels as good as sand beneath my toes at the beach. I will go out of my way to step on a particularly crunchy leaf. I may or may not have already wheeled a stroller out of my way so that it didn’t crunch a leaf I wanted to step on first.
It’s the little things.