Keeping with tradition

My Dad instilled in me an appreciation for autumn colors at an early age. Since then, fall has never been complete without an "Autumn Walk" to observe the changing season. The nice thing about these walks is that we never had to go far to find something gorgeous. Usually it was just a walk around the yard.

 

Living two blocks away from a park, and in a neighborhood with plenty of big, leafy trees, I still don't need to go far.

 

Even on days like this, when the wind is blustery and the sky is ominous, there are always people walking around the park and Browne's Addition, usually with their dogs. Today I encountered a woman who was taking her two cats for a walk.

 

So many people develop metaphors regarding life and seasons - being green or in the autumn of their years. May-December romances and younger than springtime. I don't really like that, because it makes the fall seem bittersweet. I, on the other hand, like to think of the autumn as the start of something. This is the time of year when my creative juices really start flowing, my intellect takes over and I want to read a lot of books, then my appetite takes over and I want to bake all afternoon, and then my silliness overcomes me and I post blog entries like this with beautiful photos interspersed with my ramblings.

 

And then fall is over and it's time for the winter coat and my frozen nose, and all that's left of these beautiful leaves is covered with frost, then snow, then snow mold. Oh Spokane, what are you thinking?