I recently wrote a poem (kind of) about my love of fall and I titled it Falling. You can read it here, if you’d like. Sometimes, words just aren’t necessary. Here is a small sampling of what fall looks like in the Rogue Valley of southern Oregon; it is a feast for your eyes.
I carry a camera with me at all times these days, I just can’t seem to capture enough photos. Just when I think I’ve seen all of the colors I’ll turn the corner and come across a spectacular burst of orange or red or gold… it’s Mother Nature at her finest. We consider ourselves fortunate to be living in an area with 4 distinct seasons, even though the winter months can be super cold. But with winter comes hot chocolate and Molasses cookies, so it’s not all bad. What about where you live, do you enjoy 4 distinct seasons?