Each autumn I am invited to see the foliage turn colors in Colorado. While the aspens change to a golden yellow, then fall to the ground, I am reminded how I miss fall in my native Pennsylvania. The trees put on a show of God's color pallet that inspires artists near and far. The fiery reds and oranges give way to warm gold and bright yellow until finally they turn brown and fall to the ground. The entire neighborhood would have massive raking parties, creating huge mounds of leaves in which the children would jump and play until finally, they would be lit into bonfires, perfect for marsh mellow and hot dog roasts.
July 12th, 2016
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