It all began this morning as a large tractor, pulling two emerald carts behind it, ascended up our driveway. It was harvest time. I'm not a farmer, obviously, and neither is anyone is my family. However, we live in Iowa, and practically anyone who does lives next to a field. Our home is no exception.
The constant groan of farming vehicles in the distant landscape and our driveway becoming a road are the yearly signs of harvest. And that is not the only thing that has changed around here.
I've actually been sick over the weekend; staying mostly inside. Stepping outside this morning, the trees had changed over the short few days of my sickness. It was beautiful, truly. All golden and brown. Another pleasant surprise? It was warm enough for no shoes.
With my attempts to catch up on school and getting quite excited about my fourteenth birthday on thursday, the official coming of autumn is an absolute delight. October is a lovely month in my mind; so colorful with such beauty. There is something so refreshing about the crunch of every step and the browns and goldens in every background. It's sheer beauty at every glance.
What do you love about autumn and october? Is it harvest season where you live?