12/5/2022
It’s that time of year again when the air turns icy and freezes the leaves off the trees. The trees bleed from green to fiery shades of crimson, orange, and gold. Finally, their leaves blanket the earth’s floor. The rain then falls, washing the leaves away from their falling pointing, pushing and flushing them to gentle valleys beneath the hills. The trees are bare and beige. The rays of sunshine pierce through the empty branches, allowing more light to illuminate the grassy floor.
Dampness sets in the air as the leaves began to decay into the soil. Showers of rain force the leaves to weaken, breaking them into pieces as the dirt erodes and accepts the remains of the leaves. Finally, by spring the dirt has mixed in the dying leaves and debris from the storms of winter. The dirt, and generations of leaves before it, make it bed for the vibrant colors of the wildflower. Lupins, cow vetch, and yarrow sprout away the wild grass. As the days grow longer and the warm, spring sun shines through the breaking clouds, seas of purple, red, and yellow wildflowers wash over the grass hills. Tiny white buds mix in with the deep purple flowers, giving the elusion that the fields are almost a turquoise blue.