Fall is perhaps the most spectacular of all four seasons in Kentucky. My eyes delight in autumnal bursts of vibrant, rustic colors. Although the leaves may be dying, drifting slowly to the ground, there is something hopeful about crisp, fall air.
Autumn begins with subtle changes in light, a darkening of the evening hours, and a definitive hint of imminent change. Before fall’s demise Jack Frost inevitably makes his first visit, delighting my children with our sparkling lawn.
There is such beauty in the golden hues of fall, a hidden promise in the fading and wilting happening all around us.
As summer fades and the days grow short, some complain about feeling blue. For me, the trees light up the streets, the fields, the rivers, lifting my spirits. I love to smell the first waft of smoke from a fireplace burning somewhere. Summer has wound down, but autumn brings magic to the air.
Fall reminds me the year is nearly over, prodding me to look back and appreciate all the changes and wonderful events of the past year, before the whirlwind days of Christmas and the holidays.
Leaves floating lazily on the currents of a Kentucky creek remind me I can never stop the march of time. “Just go with the flow” is a motto I often use in life.
I love fall in Kentucky. The intense, humid heat of summer finally gives way to clear, warm days, reminding me of a “good” Irish summer.
Autumn in Kentucky glows with a deep, serious belief in its own magnificence.
Fall’s riotous color displays lift my heart. I want to grow old like a leaf, full of color and light, drifting on the winds of time without a care in the world.
“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn
sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the
daylight hours in the open air.”
– Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Autumn is a second spring,
when every leaf is a flower.”
– Albert Camus
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
– William Cullen Bryant
And so, as you watch the world change around you this fall, remember the only constant in life is change. Embrace the season, letting your hidden colors glow.
Slán agus beannacht!
(Goodbye and blessings)
Irish American Mom