I have been truly enjoying our extended fall this year. From the lovely colors that always grace with our Midwestern Autumn to what I consider the actual beauty of the season which of course is the vivid blue skies and the emerging bones of all the trees that are hidden throughout the summer months in my neighborhood.
I am truly amazed that so many people do not see the simple beauty in the many shapes that each tree's limbs and branches take as the leaves disappear every fall. Some of the trees look like gnarled limbs, and branches that seem like old friends, and some seem instead to reach to the sky on tip-toes stretching up.
So many people I know can't seem to look beyond the dark in winter tree bark. I see so many shades and colors of deep reds, browns, and even some purples that can be found in a winter forest. With the snows that invariably paint a very different scene from the autumn colors, the trees take on an almost fairy tale world for me.
I find any tree a friend through all seasons, but especially in the cold months when it is totally bare and really exposes to the world its heart stripped totally of all the youthful spring dresses that hide the well rounded soul that is more truly its inner self - that is the reality of a tree.