Despite my latest post about a new beginning, branching out, living a new live, I've gravitated back to a post about beautiful places. But seriously, how could I resist this?
My West Coast self has never experienced a true Eastern autumn. Honestly, it was one of the only excitements I felt in moving to Pennsylvania (the other is a white Christmas. We'll see what happens). My dad grew up in Ontario and would tell me of the multitude of colours and shapes floating from air to sky. He certainly spoke the truth.
I simply did not know how many colours of leaves could exist in one place. Truly stunning. Zoey and I have been learning to cope with the change in temperature with exercise in the great outdoors.
Sadly, the pretty leaves have all fallen and my view now consists of empty branches and brown, angry leaves. On the other hand, it snowed today...maybe white tree branches are in the future?