Ok, every season is my favorite.
But fall, maybe in particular this fall, is my favorite.
We ventured north for a two-day respite and were blessed with splashy color flung everywhere. Our eyes couldn’t take in enough, particularly with the fall gift of amazing honey light.
It seems as though during fall blue skies are more intense, the warmth of the sun made more precious for its waning power, and the smell of earth making earth the most delectable of nose treats.
I’m leaving for Scotland in two days. While I find myself mourning the missing of fall in Minnesota, I am ajangle with wondering how fall sings in the land of my ancestors.
Color and light in a land beloved by kin, from generation to generation. I travel from Minnesota to Scotland with pores wide open.