Vivid reds, oranges, yellows and vibrant hues between. The leave’s bright green suits are shed to reveal true colors come autumn. The reception is a glorious wonder. Pops of color race by as we travel through town. Neighborhoods are littered with golden dazzling ovals skipping down the sidewalks hand-in-hand with the wind. Ryder asks, “Why do leaves fall when it gets cold?”
The golden hours of photography are in the morning and evening when the sun meets the earth in a warm hug. No matter the subject the light engulfing it is magical. Rory calls this golden light “pixy dust” and tries to catch it in her hands. I wholeheartedly agree. It is the time of wonder and imagination that twinkles in flits and glimmers, challenging us to chase it and catch it in our lives.
Honey is a similar God-given twinkling-golden wonder, but the difference is you can taste it!
Cold gray rain is falling outside. The leaves are clinging to the trees for one last ride before they float to the ground to end their season. I am right where I want to be, in my warm home with a Cody-man on my lap, curled in his colorful blanket of reds, golds, and blues. Seasons are changing and I am thankful.