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Dorothy Fields
The air is crisp, but the sun is warm as it streams down through the autumn leaves. There is a skip in my step as I walk down the street and sing this happy tune. Each tree lined road is full of autumn’s brilliance. Then the wind blows sending hundreds of leaves swirling through the air. I stop for a moment and marvel at the kaleidoscope of colors.
I take my camera along with me as I try to capture the wonder of a Midwest fall.
Everywhere you look walkways are lined in purple, orange and yellow mums
The historic homes seem to greet you with gorgeous flowers and pumpkins in every color and shape.
As I walk further I spy window boxes filled with crimson and gold mums.
I feel a kind of reverence as I gaze up at a towering orange maple tree.
As I look closely each leaf seems to be painted with such divine detail. Is that tree really chartreuse, crimson, magenta and purple all at once?
Then I glance over at a near by tree. Now there are leaves in shades of apricot, auburn, marigold and marmalade that shimmer in the light.
I round the bend near the park where there is cottage style house with the most charming garden path.
The squirrels are darting in and out of the bushes burying acorns as fast as they can. In the distance I can hear the geese calling as they fly overhead. There is a magical melody to this time of year.
As the colored canopy of trees envelopes me in its wondrous beauty, the worries of my day seem to fade away. As I stroll home along the golden leaf lined streets I feel the sweetness of taking a walk on “the sunny side of the street.”
