Chateau Lloyd

A busy week has left me scant time (or energy) to write, but happily I was able to enjoy the height of the fall color season.

This is one of the things that makes autumn so poignant.  The season doesn't just signal the transition from summer to winter, it is constantly in motion, each day reflecting an irreversible change from the day before.

This is entirely unlike winter and summer, where the seasons sort of settle in.  Spring is also a time of transition, but even the most spectacular floral bloom cannot compare the majesty of an entire forest painted red and gold.

There is also the sadness that peak color is immediately followed by the "little death" of winter.  No sooner to the branches blaze than the leaves fall away.

This is why "color tours" exist, and our family conducted its own miniature version last week, savoring the peak color at the Straits before watching it follow us home.  Halloween is close and in these parts it's even money on whether comfortably warm or bitterly cold.