Fading, fading away

How quickly the colors are disappearing from the hills. The leaves are shaking down as the wind is pushing its way through the branches.

I took my camera and walked around the yard observing the changes as the beauty is fading.








There is still some yellow left…in a bright leaf….in the goldenrod.






Bright reds can be found in some remaining leaves and even a few cherry tomatoes defy the frost.

“It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.”
― Michael Caine, The Elephant to Hollywood

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace! (Beth rhapsodizing on her favorite month)”
― Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.”
― Alys Fowler