Growing up in California, I always heard of this mythical season called Fall. Even though it was room temperature and sunny year round (except for a few days of rain we called “Winter”), I knew that some places in the world the leaves changed colors and there were actually FOUR seasons.
I wouldn’t trade living in Fall for anything (though Winter can go stuff itself). I realize I keep describing it this way, but Kansas can be just breathtakingly beautiful in the fall, awash yellows and golds and oranges and reds. Of course this beautiful period is fleeting – a scant week or two of full color and then the trees begin looking bare until spring. Still it’s cool and crisp and warm and alive, even as life dies off for the winter.
Photo taken October 2010, Truman Presidential Library Gardens, Independence, Missouri.