When i bought my property the sellers had pointed to a tree visible through my kitchen window. They had said that it was a spanish oak so its leaves would be turning fire-engine red every autumn. They told me to baby it and really make sure it stayed healthy, to trim any dead branches off […]
all around me the leaves were changing colors. Some bright red, others maroon, and even orange and yellow. Having grown up in a city where the trees were primarily live oaks i found all the color changes to be fascinating. It was as if the trees and the weather were having a conversation.
As we sunk further into autumn with each day the trees began to change. I waited for the tree the sellers had said was a spanish oak to turn a dark maroon like the ones on my neighbors’ properties but it never did. One tree that did begin turning red was my beloved sumac tree. […]
As we slid into autumn the stores began to reflect the change in season. The pumpkins and autumn-leaf wreaths began to appear. Our budget didn’t allow for such lavish decoration as the mr. and mrs. scarecrow in the burlap pants and matching apron with the cutest plaid dress and a silk sunflower in her straw […]
As sili and i greeted the familiar cooling temperatures cashew experienced autumn for the first time.