Autumn light is unique. Spaces that have been in constant shade for months now are illuminated with dappled light and colors. The carpet of newly fallen leaves each day changes with the light of each hour.
It is noisier season as a scampering chipmunk sends up rustles of sound with every step and leap.
I don’t attempt to tidy up too much as I know that with each pull of the rake, leaves sitting above me are ready to make their jump toward the ground.
Some plants, like the nasturtiums, continue to surprise me with their vigor and size. Salads with their untouched leaves are consumed regularly.
Walking the ground, I notice other changes and the brightness of the light on a clear day. But nothing compares to seeing my granddaughter Olivia on the cusp of walking, experiencing her first encounter with a pile of leaves.
