The fall season in the Pacific North West never disappoints in both beauty and action. Our Pacific North West delights all of the senses.
This year is our first year renting on the farm, and it is our first year to witness the fall season in the countryside.
Surrounded by farmlands and trees, the changing of seasons is very obvious. The sun-baked days turn to wind sweeps. Sweeps become hasty as they they escort out the sun and parade in our cool evenings. Even more so than in past years, we are anticipating the change in seasons.
There is a tree line in the distance that can be seen from the bedroom window. In the evenings, I observe the trees when I’m looking outside. I’ve become the tree watcher…
We can actually see several tree lines from in all directions from our barn windows. These days, we are watching the trees for the first sign of fall.
One day, no real special day from the others before it, the sun was beating down warm as it did during the summer months. A few weeks prior to this day, came the wind sweeps. I knew the day was close.
The tree by our landlord’s pool side was the first to take center stage. In the late afternoon of that brilliant day, a bright yellow leaf announced the change… golden and glorious! That day fall began in the Pacific North West.
Fall in the pacific north west (PNW)
Fall in the PNW is well thought out and long-suffering. The new season blows in, hurrying the former along. Like a stage act moving from scene to scene. Our pacific north west was readying for its next act.
With many species of trees, the valley hosts a variety of grand fall acts.
It starts with the blushing reds that become bold accents. A large tree filled with a cranberry pigment is a sight to behold. The red act is over and done in a short time.
It is no surprise to wake up to a carpet of sheddings underneath your car wheels, and driving over what used to be the cranberry pigment tree.
It is hard to deny the longing that schemes how we can put the leaves back on the tree where they belong. This new covering of your usual morning commute is a definite sign of the fleeting time.
In for the rescue from these fleeting times comes the yellow act. Slowly creeping in while the red act is in full glory, the yellow leaves paled in comparison to the bold reds. Those yellow leafs did humbly compliment the arrangements beside them.
Now, how wonderful the yellows are. Finally, in centre stage, the final joys of the fall bloom.
To the bitter end, when our winds deal greater blows and early snow falls lay heavy upon them. Still, the yellows hold fast. Surely, to ensure that the last of the colour treats of my fall season would give hope to endure the cool bare months ahead. Now, the memory storehouse is filled with bold reds and glorious yellows. These fall experiences I can recount, knowing that the colours will come again.
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