The leaves are changing colors and are creating a lovely autumnal backdrop around my house. Every now and then I think it is raining but it is actually leaves fluttering down from the trees. I have such mixed feelings about the fall—it’s getting colder, it’s getting darker—but I do love to watch the leaves as they go through their annual transformation.
Yesterday I was peering up from my hammock and the bright yellow leaves on one of our maples was so splendid against the very blue sky behind it. If you ever question whether any of the infinite number of colors we use in design and products are unnatural, just look out your window and see proof that all colors from vibrant to subdued exist au naturel. Leaves are nature’s shifting show of magnificent color.
Autumn Song
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
XOXO Rachel
Wondrance 