Drinking color?

While the Fall leaves here are nothing compared to my beloved VT/NH/ME, we in South-eastern PA are enjoying the last bits of color these days. (To me, the difference between fall leaves in New England and fall leaves here is like the difference between a homegrown tomato and one you buy in the grocery store in February, or the difference between an orange in FL and one we get months later up here.) The tree in our neighbor’s yard was bright yellow yesertday and now those leaves are on the ground. We seem to have a number of yellow/orange trees in Abington. I love to stand in front of one and drink in the color. There’s something peaceful about it. It makes my eyes happy.

It had just stopped raining yesterday when I drove to work. The dark clouds, the wet tree trunks, green grass, and the red, yellow, and orange leaves reflecting light reminded me of a drive up the Taconic parkway some years ago. Even though it was pouring, the leaves made it seem like the sun was out. It is nature’s antidepressant, but even better–no side effects. Too bad it doesn’t last…