The Second Spring

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

~Albert Camus

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz

After the summer's drought, I wasn't sure what to expect from autumn. It was certainly late arriving, though since summer lingered far past its expiration date, it's not so surprising that fall would take its time. Today is Thanksgiving, and the leaves are only a week past their peak. Many are still on the trees, some are still brilliant.

I love autumn about as much as I love spring. It's the colors. Winters are painted drab and dreary and summer is mostly a monotony of green, but spring bursts out in blushing pastels and autumn is all fire and jewels.

These photos were taken within the last week or so in the area around my house.

autumn's rainbow

flaming canopy

twin maples

scarlet and silver

clown leaves

on fire

Persian carpet

drowned leaves

torch parade

Japanese rubies



bottomless pool

October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter. ~Nova Bair