A remarkable thing has been happening here in McKinney. As I look out over the tops of the trees as I drive around our little rolling hills, I see the first kisses of Autumn's yellow and orange and red. My soul is rejuvenated as I take in the delicious paint strokes of Nature.
Fall has always been my favorite season. And for the past 11 years I've not had a real fall. In southern California, the leaves don't start changing until hmm . . . December and the leaves don't drop till January. And even then it's not very great. So many of the trees don't even change.
I thought that maybe I'd grown and matured over the years as I didn't really count the days till Christmas. Now as I'm being surrounded by autumn, I find myself getting anxious about the arrival of Thanksgiving. I get giddy at the thought of Christmas approaching.
My favorite thing this fall has been Shari yelling, "Look at the red tree!" as she looked into our backyard and saw our pear tree all aflame with the deepest and brightest reds. I'm glad my children will get to know fall.
