There’s nothing quite like a crisp, clear, Sunday morning, is there? It’s the snap in the air, the chill that wakes you up. Well, ok, maybe it was actually Chase barking at the cat again that woke me up, but you get the idea.
Top o’ the mornin’ to ya! It’s Sunday.
On slate for today, I have some pastels to do this afternoon and I’ve already had a bit of a morning walk, at least I went back outside to the backyard where I found some beautiful autumn glory. The trees are quite nice now, just turning all red on us. This is what they look like from my yard.
Austin is not famous as an autumn location and, for the most part, I can see why. This isn’t your mother’s Massachusetts after all, but there’s something about sometimes hitting a nice little autumn, neatly tucked away in this quiet little normally autumn-less place, that really makes me smile a bit. Sure, we don’t have the glamor of Maine or even the sweeping colors of Connecticut, but we all experience autumn in some little way, even if it’s only in the form of one little red leaf. There’s no escaping autumn, even if you only get to see it for a short time and with only a few leaves to point it out.
So, here you go. Here’s the Austin version of autumn for you. Is it autumn in your little world? It it winter yet?
(Hey, that’s the other neat thing about seasons: they change!)
Until next time…
