The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown,
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
~ Helen Hunt Jackson (American poet/writer)
This poem easily describes the sights I see this time of year. Those simple words paint a picture that personifies the season of autumn, don’t they?
I’ve said it before and I’ll just keep reiterating it. I love the fall season.
And one of the things I love most about living in the rural area where I do is that I have ample opportunities to see nature at its finest during any season of the year.
But fall, oh fall, especially fall. Nature puts on a grand show in you.
Considering our age, I suppose you could say Papa and I are in the autumn season of life as well and one aspect of this season is becoming semi-retired.
Papa is still working some and I’m still busy as Little One’s babysitter and an occasional stint as a substitute teacher, but I’m carving out snippets of time here and there to just do whatever I want.
On one of those days of freedom, I loaded myself and my camera into my car and embarked on a photo ops search mission to capture my favorite season before it fades away because for me, fall never lasts long enough.
As I was traveling down one country road surrounded by farmer fields that pretty autumn day, I suddenly felt the urge to apply my brakes, pull my vehicle over to the side of the road, put my flasher lights on, grab the camera, and jump out.
Corn fields surrounded me. Once lushly green through summer, the corn’s now turning brown, drying its kernels to provide winter feed for farm animals. The browning fields forming a sort of abstract pattern amidst green grass made a lovely photo. At least I thought so.
And even though I’m in the autumn of my years, spending time doing something I love – taking photos – during the season I love – fall – made me feel just like this photo of my grandchild cavorting through a corn maze.
And in this month of thanksgiving, most grateful for little snippets of joy. As corny as that sounds, it’s true.
“A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.” ~ Anne Bronte