Autumn arrives at early morning, but spring at the close of winter day. –Elizabeth Browning
Autumn arrived some weeks ago in Texas. But it was not much to see. It was something to feel. And yes just like the quote, it came at early morning–the brisk air, the slant of light, the spark of change at the crack of dawn…
My red oak in the back yard is still green… There is a tug of war. Summer is relentless, trying to pull us backward. The temperatures are still in the 80s, so we don’t have an autumn leaf of scarlet or orange to show for our season change… only the burnished gold of the pumpkin patch says, “It is autumn in Texas.”
Even summer, in lush blossom, shouldn’t last forever!