Fall colors

Looking our my window this afternoon, the clouds rolled in and the sky dimmed to a steal-blue haze, which seemed to perfectly offset the transitioning trees in the foreground. Growing up I never knew what beauty fall colors could bring. My picture book impression was that of ugly orange, yellow, and browns leaves cut from construction paper. Leaves don't change in Southern California, and I think they are truly missing out. That place is no longer my home. Anywhere that is barren of trees could never feel like home to me now.

Even though leaves falling bring about a whole new round of allergens, which make my eyes itch and nose stuffy, I have come to dearly love this time of year for the sake of the brilliant colors it brings. Fire red, blazing orange, and golden hues of yellow and brown mixed with the last vestiges of withering green just light my heart aglow.

Someone very perceptive and wise once pointed out that tree trunks and branches aren't brown, but gray. Indeed this is true! When decorated with the color pallet of autumn gray looks so good. It makes perfect sense. I can't help but feel awe and inspiration when I look out the window and imagine these shades somehow serving as accents in my own humble abode, which is nothing close to magazine décor.