Arrival of Autumn

The day is gray and overcast. Saturday Sky will be this way for awhile. Autumn has begun.

There is a rhythm to Michigan's autumn that never varies. The tempo may change from year to year but never the beat. First, the beech turns a vibrant butter yellow. This is quickly followed by the red of the maple. Then there is waiting. A long pause in the sequence of color. Finally, the hickory will show orange. Last and most stubborn will be the brown-orange oak.

This is my street. The only way in or out from my house. We are in the moment of waiting. The beech and maple are patient. They will not drop the last of their leaves until the hickory and oak display their color. There is a moment, not yet arrived, when the waiting ends. A moment where the colors will meet, overlap, and melt into each other. It always arrives in secret and without warning. My street will look like this for another week or so. Then when I am not looking or perhaps away at work, it will change. The moment of autumn will have arrived.

I also have news about my lace swap package. Tomorrow will bring pictures.