Yellow

It has hasn't been that long since I drove down Main St., but when I did early this morning here is what I encountered.

It was the usual Main St. scene, except that sometime over the past day or so the trees all got together and whispered to each other, "it's time" and they all turned yellow.

Now by looking at this picture you might think it was chilly when I took it this morning but it wasn't. It was actually quite warm, and gray and misty. The whole scene was as if a very soft, weightless blanket had alighted upon it. It was downright cozy.

I have been down Main St. a zillion times, but it can still surprise me. The yellow trees were today's surprise. It sounds silly I know, but as I rounded the usual corner, expecting the usual view, I gasped a little when I found this yellow and gray scene instead.

Clearly the autumn fairies are out in full force in GroveAtopia. Each day reveals yet another tree, or group of trees or bushes they have touched with their color wands.

We thought we had grown accustomed to the bursts of color that create the hot brilliance of summer, but suddenly here is autumn. Just a few short weeks ago we never thought it could happen, but now summer pales in comparison.