Palms and Maples
There is no wash of reds, yellows, and vibrant greens here. Nor is there the middle-ground-brown as they sit and wait for a rake. There are no autumn trees at all...I mean the great oaks and the merry maples or even an elegant birch. These trees are not part of this landscape.
So the magnificence of fall is missed here. Or at least, I miss it. I am more convinced than ever that it is my favorite season, what with the colors and a kettle piping due to the whistling wind...not to mention the costumes and candy of Halloween.
But does autumn really skip over the island? Does it only stop at islands northern bound?
No. The air alighting from the sea brings change, brings that tinge of fall sassiness in its fresh mornings. The day can be hot, but oh how the earliness takes time to warm up to the afternoon! And how the night winds down so fast. I welcome it because it reminds me of how good it is just to go home at dark.
So, the leaves that fall here are fans from palms. They get swept up pretty quickly, though, as not to hamper walking on the sidewalks.There are no hand palm looking leaves, but maybe there don't need to be.
It's the air and the light that nudges our internal clocks to autumn. Time for more protection and winding in. I love autumn where ever I am, in whatever state it sweeps in on.
🍁 🍃 🍂
Text and Photo: Kristen Mastromarchi
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