Maybe it is the season. Changing colors, reflect fading beauty.
A touch of melancholy. The color change, so welcomed by my eyes, also tells me of what will follow – the cold of winter winds, and dormant plants awaiting spring’s resurrection.
Health issues continue for me in the autumn of my life. I cannot get out to enjoy the spreading color change of fall.
So I look out my window at home and see in my backyard the glory of autumn and also recognize what it signals about the year.
Sadly, my ash tree, the last still standing on my property is succumbing to the ash borer.
It shaded my house so faithfully for so many summers. Now it falls to sleep, perhaps for the last time.
The leaves I photo may be the last this tree will produce. And it is possible the ash tree with its distinctive leaf colors will disappear from North America as even the spring won’t bring them back from their final dormition.