I don't know if it's because my youth was spent on the west coast; perhaps I am trying to make up for lost time. I love stepping in a pile of crunchy leaves on the ground. I had a deprived childhood.
I love the smell of woodsmoke, and the color of the leaves as they change. Autumn was so beautiful when we lived in the midwest and on the east coast.
In contrast, Oklahoma doesn't have much in the way of fall color, and often the leaves fall off the trees as soon as they begin to change in the strong autumnal winds. But some years are more colorful than others, and this is one of those years.
Mornings are crisp and cool, and the Indian summer afternoons have been even warmer than usual. It's shirt-sleeve weather, and pleasant to work outside. Many of the insects have died off, although the mosquitoes have been persistent this year.
You can see why we named our home Oak Hill. Most of the trees are blackjack and post oaks. We do have some winged elms, some willows near the pond, and others whose identity I'm not sure of. There are also young mimosas, still green, and the sand plum bushes with wicked thorns.
Even the weeds are lovely in the fall, in my eyes.
Winter isn't far away though. The one thing I don't like about autumn is that it's too short.
Shared at: Fall Into the Holidays, The HomeAcre Harvest Hop
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