I’m disappointed in Michigan this fall. We’ve had nothing but dismal, bone chilling days for the entire month of October,going directly from Capri pants and t-shirts to winter jackets and gloves, with nary a stop in-between for fuzzy sweaters. There’s a leaden, gunmetal grey pall over the entire state, and not even the vibrant colors on our maples, elms, and oaks can dissipate it.
In some ways, it’s fitting…I was almost dreading the splendor that adorns this state in the waning days of its season. Autumn has a glorious bittersweetness to it, one I usually revel in, but one that can sometimes be almost too emotional to bear. This fall, with all the losses still so fresh in my heart, I was almost afraid of all that fierce beauty, flaunting itself at death.
These trees are in my neighbor’s yard, and greet me when I open the drapes first thing in the morning. The photo is from last fall, for we’ve not seen any patches of sky that blue so far this month.
Ah well, there’s still November.