into Navajo sandstone
as autumn arrives.
Every season offers special delights, none more so than Autumn.
My favorite color is October. —unknown
October is a hallelujah! —John Nichols
After a long dry summer, autumn is a hopeful change.
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear? —Jack London
Ephemeral. A cloud’s shadow, the warmth of a rock in the afternoon sun, light frost covering a meadow at sunrise. Nature’s whispers. And this, too—in the high country of Utah a grove of aspens may lose its golden lustre to a single strong storm at the outset of autumn.
The cycle of season’s couldn’t be more precise than this: three days ago we barbequed on a sunny 90° afternoon, and today the temperature (and atmosphere) is mostly thirty degrees cooler, rain has returned, and there is little doubt that autumn is in the house to stay.
“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” —William Cullen Bryant