Each fall I think of taking a trip to the White Mountains in New Hampshire to look at the foliage. Then I stop for a moment and realize I have the beauty of the season already surrounding me.
The smell of the leaves, the bright oranges, reds and yellows. I only need to step outside my door to enjoy what's already here.
Just a few days ago I took this picture of our tree. Today it sits bare. It's amazing how quickly the changes take place.
Some green still shines through, though after a few frosts, it will be wilted and bare.
What feels like a nuisance when it's time to clean, is our next generation of soil.
Not to mention, leaves are a whole lot of fun for my kids. They revel in making giant jumping piles.
There is beauty in the change, the knowledge that in a blink white will blanket the land where now abides a vibrant canvas of color. This is the blessing of Autumn.