A glorious Fall

This is our first Fall in our forest home and it is truly glorious. The brilliant sun, the rainbow painted against the blue sky by autumn leaves and the warm temperatures combine to make being outdoors a lasting pleasure. Maples, oaks, dogwood and other trees as yet unidentified have begged me to pick up leaves and turn them into art. As they fall to the ground and dry, the walk to the mailbox down our long drive becomes a symphony of crackling sound as my feet shuffle through the drifts of leaves and crunch on the gravel. Is there a way we can make autumn last until spring?

The painted leaves and the real.