Autumn has arrived in our neighborhood, and willfully pushed out her annoying, bikini-clad younger sister, Summer. Summer thinks she’s so hot with her pricey sunglasses and fake tan. Actually, summer is hot. I don’t like her very much.
If fog comes on little cat feet, autumn in Oklahoma comes on the exiting wing of a Ruby throat hummingbird. Ruby left us about two weeks ago. We won’t see her again for a long time.
When I was little, my brother Billy told me if I ate these red berries, I’d die. He also told me if birds ate them, their stomachs would explode and they’d die. A little sister always believes everything her older brother tells her, no matter how old they both get.
Why can’t fall last longer?
Summer and Winter overstay their welcome. Autumn is the friend you long to see – the one that doesn’t care what your house looks like or what you look like. She comes for hot, black coffee. She listens. I want her to stay longer, but some evil velocity beyond our control carries her away. In Oklahoma, it is the wind. Today, the sky was raining all these leaves, which I photographed early Saturday evening.
I want to scoop them up and put them back on the trees. Please, stay a few more days.
Autumn is like that friend we’ve all had who moved away and left us alone on the block with no one to play with.
I miss her and she hasn’t even left yet.
A day does not pass that I do not give thanks for blessings.
No one paints like the Father of Lights.
Look how beautifully He painted these two.
Ahhh, night is falling. This boy will be asleep soon.
I want to be a gnome for a day and claim this tree for my palace.
This vine-covered tree will be my secret hideout!
The sun is setting. I’ve been walking for an hour. It’s time to go home.