I think of Linda now and again, but her memory always seems to worm its way into my thoughts when fall rolls around because Autumn was absolutely Linda's favorite time of year. Not me, I prefer spring when everything is bursting forth with new life, not fall…when we are treated to a few days of dazzling hues, followed by weeks upon seemingly never ending weeks of brown, gray, black ugliness that makes me want to crawl inside a closet and hibernate until the daisies start to bloom again.
But not our Linda. She always said that she wanted to go “hug a tree” when the leaves started to display their autumnal splendor. Linda was also a poet, so in her honor, I searched the Internet and found the following verse.
Pumpkins in the cornfields
Gold among the brown
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down
Birds that travel southward
Lovely time to play
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!
(My apologies. I searched and searched, but could not find the name of the author, so I am unable to give proper credit.)
The following colorful array is for you, Linda. If I know you, you’re hugging a tree right now. Miss you, my friend.


2 comments:
Wow, that picture is stunning. Autumn isn't happening here yet in any major or colourful way.
Snagged the photo from Google, so not sure where it was taken. Trees are just beginning to change colors here, but we won't have anything like those in the picture. We had an incredibly dry spring and summer, and we need rain to get the truly vibrant hues. Glad you liked the photo.
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