- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
It is always the same for me every year, I’ve let the memory escape me once again, and last night, standing in the midnight air I was reminded of a visitor whose company I savor annually.
The silence struck me first, the absence of crickets, dogs barking, not a sound save a buiding echo on the wind, as if the night were taking a deep, unending breath….and then the scent hit me, a fire burning nearby, most likely crackling merrily in a fireplace to ward off the distinct chill in the air, I gathered my robe around me tighter and moved out to the lawn to see the moon hung heavily in the inky sky. Out of the path of the neighbor’s chimney there was an earthy taste to the night, like the soil beneath my bare feet has had it’s fill of summer, and blooms, and drowsily rolled over to let the frost take what liberties it will.
This morning the trees have no way to hide the evidence of their tryst, the innocent green that once cloaked their arching shoulders has turned a brazen red, soon our spindly ladies will shed their colors a piece at a time, so they might blow crisply into the yards of waiting children to play in them.
Fall has come to the Rockies once again, to sit with us near our dusty fireplaces, and put the labors of the summer to their well earned repose. A time for gathering in closer against the ugly stepsister to come with her icy patience, a punishment for admiring her blazing predecessor so shamelessly.
This happens every year, and every year, it still amazes me…..happy autumn ladies!