I can't get enough of it, those brilliant golden leaves, the reds and the oranges.
And I know I'd better breathe it in deeply.
We live in Michigan. We know what comes next!
So, my Michigan color tour takes us to a few places close to where I live.
All those big brights above are from the campus of Michigan State University. I really haven't hit it at peak and all of these were more or less "drive by shootings" (I did pull into the parking lot for one!) I was glad there wasn't traffic behind me -- or the ever present MSU police!
As many of you know, I've been down for the count for the past three weeks with bronchitis and not getting out nearly so much as I would have liked. So after I picked up some cough syrup at the pharmacy the other day, I couldn't resist a bit of a ride in the country.
I often pass this old cemetery on the way to getting my hair cut and I have to say, some of the color was the prettiest anywhere.
And it had such mood. I couldn't help but think it wouldn't be a bad spot to be laid to rest.
If you didn't know it was fall from the color, you would know it from looking at the ground.
One of my favorite sounds is that of crunching leaves!
As you can see below, our color is very mixed so far. I'm still seeing lots of green from my window and wondering if perhaps those trees don't turn and I've just forgotten.
And yet, what is there is clearly beautiful. No arguments, no complaints.
Golf courses always seem to be so well manicured. This one was perfect in the late afternoon light.
I have to admit, there is nothing like afternoon sun with its long shadows and calm reflections to bring out the best in a color palette!
I leave you with yet another visit to the ditch.
It was late afternoon when I was there and as you can see, the foliage is dropping and there are views that aren't so easily visible when the trees are fully frocked.
No recent Harry or Ella sightings since the last post. The water birds that go south may be well on their way, despite our warm weather that's only recently started to cool.
The ducks, however, were there to greet me and more or less made a beeline to my side of the pond.
And while I was too breathless to make my regular walk, I did stroll a bit and it was so peaceful and so exquisitely beautiful, I felt at least a little bit healed.
The photo below is my favorite from that mini-walk, straight from the camera.
I hope that no matter where you live, and whether it is autumn or spring, that you are celebrating the season and all it's beauty.
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