I listened to my Mom, who colored me Autumn…

There was a time in my life when I didn’t particularly like the coming of Autumn.

Maybe it was because I loved Summer so much, with her glorious blues and greens, yellows and pinks and white-whites.

My Mom always reminded me that I was born in Autumn… and that I would some day love the deep, rich, cool of Autumn’s miracles.

Never, I thought.

Maybe it’s because Autumn changed everything.

Autumn chased away daylight. Autumn demanded sweaters and socks and shoes and blankets on my bed. Autumn brought school schedules that were the Summer’s opposite.

Autumn infringed on my endless, endless days and nights.

But a late afternoon like on this September one ~ well, I was drawn outside today by the low-hanging sun as she danced and peeked over the garage into every window. Looking for me. I’m sure of it.

Brilliant yellow-white it was. Perhaps the most brilliant yellow-white I had ever seen…

I headed outside to get a better peek at Miss Sun and I was immediately enveloped in a world of colors.

Had I never seen these colors before?

Kind of unlikely.

But here they were ~  different. Magnificent swirls of colors, highlighted in a way I had never seen before? Most unlikely.

But I realized that the fading colors of Summer were enhanced and filtered by the Autumn sky, air, wind, feel.

Everything was Autumn beautiful ~ just as my Mom had told me…

The Great Wisdom of Mother Nature.

Enchanting Beauty.

Always with the Promise of Return.

Color Me Autumn, Mom.

My Mom always reminded me that I was born in Autumn… and that I would some day love the deep, rich, cool of Autumn’s miracles.

I do, Mom. I do!