I’m munching on my favorite variety of apple, the Russet. Two house sparrows are perched on a rhododendron branch, out of the winds, pecking at seeds and conversing quietly. The maple managed to keep its yellow leaves despite the recent storm featuring 45-50 mph wind gusts.
Leaf season is reaching its peak around here. Now when I hike, beech and birch trees stand bare among the red, yellow and brown oaks, hickories and maples. Witch hazel and asters are in bloom. I’ve put away the shorts and pack a hat and gloves. It’s almost time to add another layer of clothes and a windbreaker.
I love this time of year. I love the abundance, the color, the crisp
easy-to-breathe air. I love the smell of wood fires wafting through the
air near some of my favorite trail heads.
I love the fullness of this season, especially knowing that in just a few weeks the trees will be bare until May.