On this lovely 22nd day of September, 2013, autumn has officially arrived in all her glorious splendor. Well, at least here in the northern
hemisphere, anyway, and I for one, couldn't be happier about that!
Apple orchard on the Blue Ridge Parkway by KenThomas.us |
I love the autumn season.
For me it calls up sweet memories of my early childhood days. I can still see
the trees that lined our street, all adorned in vivid, radiant colors. I fondly
recall the odor of orchard-ripened apples and pears in all their varieties as I
walked to and from my little elementary school up the hill.
We would play for hours on end in these richly-scented orchards. They served as all the magical kingdoms our little hearts could possibly imagine. And then, every year my parents would load all five of us kids into the car (usually a station wagon) and take us for a ride through the canyons, so we could witness even more of mother nature's majesty.
We would play for hours on end in these richly-scented orchards. They served as all the magical kingdoms our little hearts could possibly imagine. And then, every year my parents would load all five of us kids into the car (usually a station wagon) and take us for a ride through the canyons, so we could witness even more of mother nature's majesty.