Spending Some Time With Nature

Autumn is my favorite season, probably because the season is synonymous with change.  I feel the magic in the air every autumn.  I know there are many people out there that would agree with me.  Some might believe it has something to do with the upcoming holiday season, family and friends coming together to celebrate the joy of togetherness.  Others may attribute it to the unpredictable change in weather, from warmth to snow, Autumn seems to encompass the weather of all seasons.  Some the magic is felt with the changing colors of the leaves.  I’m not sure what it is about this season.  I just love that everything about it feels like magic.

  Autumn is youthful, mirthful, frolicsome--the child of summer's joy--and
on every side there are suggestions of juvenility and mischief.  While spring
is a careful artist who paints each flower with delicate workmanship,
autumn flings whole pots of paint about in wild carelessness.  The crimson
and scarlet colours reserved for roses and tulips are splashed on the brambles
till every bush is aflame, and the old creeper-covered house blushes like a sunset.

Roger Wray

There is nothing more satisfying that traipsing around wooded areas in the midst of a changing season.  To walk through deep layers of autumn's fallen leaves, that range in color from crisp golden yellows and oranges with green frilled edges to deep scarlets, coppers, and russet brown, and find your peace.  Nature has a way of healing the spirit.

“Keep close to Nature’s heart, yourself; and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. ... Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” — John Muir (1838 – 1914)