Fall Colours

It is just like me to post about fall colours at the end of fall. But, as they say, better late than never.

When I first moved to the Midwest, I dreaded the fall because it marked the end of sandals and served as a reminder of impending winter freeze. Slowly but surely, I have begun to look forward to the falling leaves, the earthy tones and the crisp in the air. Below, I am appreciating a fallen leaf. . .



On the flip side, I was not so appreciative while helping my dad rake the leaves on our lawn. It made me wonder how nature can be so inefficient. All the leaves change colour, shrivel up, fall and then will have to regrow again next spring. While raking millions (or was it tens of millions?) of fallen leaves, I contemplated that fall is can be a lot of wasted effort. There has to be an easier way. . .

On a random note, this is a picture I took last week of unidentified crop (some type of wild barley or oats?) swaying in the fall breeze . . .