My favorite season and my favorite part of the country. There is nothing more beautiful than the fall foliage. The colors just burst with joy!

How totally beautiful! I loved all those pics, the 2 i favored most were the heart leaf resting in the hands and the other was the elderly couple walking on the pathway yes Fall is my favorite time of the year too!…I love the fresh air, the kicking of the leaves and children rolling in the leaves. I use to roll in the leaves as we raked each year and I loved it, it was so much fun!! we use to rake the leaves with my Dad into a big mound and then we would just start throwing handful of them at each other, some of my favorite memories happened in the fall. Made me think of that song Barbara Streisand use to sing……….Misty water colored Memories of the way we were!! Everybody sing!!…he he

Ooooo. I’m having a Hallmark/ Pinot Noir moment.

Fall . . . a season filled with delights. . . and what could be more beautiful than the turning of the aspen trees on the mountainsides of Colorado to the the brightest yellow, contrasted against the bright blues of the fall skies, and the dusting of light snow on the highest peaks. Once you see that sight, you know where the word “breathtaking” originated. Not a beautiful day should be wasted by staying indoors, for too soon that special beauty is only memories. We don’t know what lies around another corner on the hilly smaller roads that wind through woods and around small lakes. Hidden in the outskirts of St. Louis — an unlikely location - is such inviting terrain that I found myself almost alone on the road in a heavily wooded reserve in its suburbs last weekend. A quick turn and there were buffalo by the dozen, as curious about me as I was about them. And then, crossing the road, in rutting season for the elk, was the “horny” male with massive horns, looking back at his harem of surprisingly large numbers of gorgeous females. Once he saw they were occupied and no “young intruder” was about, he dropped down in the speckled shade of the forest before another evening of raucous fun with his “women”. You know that I thought: “WHAT a life!!” Fall also can provide “excuses” to stay in. “Hibernate” becomes my favorite word as I gather around me all the books still left from the summer-that-was, pile them around the lounge chair that is my place of comfort in my room of my own and begin my escape through the written word to the worlds beyond. We must never be so busy that we don’t have time to enjoy the beauty of nature without or given us time to re-group, rejuvenate, in our own space. Fall. Can we call it sublime? No matter. It gives us a whole new lease on life . . . and what can be better?

For the past week we have been given unusually low temperatures, thankfully for people who don’t have power. That makes me happy with a sign of fall in a place where autumn doesn’t normally come until late November or early December. Looks like summer is due back later today.

What a nice way to start the day, thanks for this! I love autumn, and I’m glad I was born in the autumn.

Best best time of year. The first half of the slide show especially seems like my backyard. I live beside a protected marshland. Just a hour from NYC, we occasionally are visited by bear and fox as well as the more plentiful deer, raccoon, and so on. Trees are thick and of many kinds — white birch and apple among the deciduous and then the evergreens. Autumn is a wild varied intense place and I love it. The light is so different now — something the slide show did not seem to catch. I think of summer light as impressionism and autumn light as realism — the latter created by more slanted rays, giving each shadow a deep dark color that outlines all in high relief. Though all that is true, the air stimulating as it might be is still tinged with sadness; the child in me still worries that once the leaves have all blown away and the stark grey of winter is upon us, those beautiful green things won’t come back. But they do. And then the second best time of year …

OUR FALL It’s only just beginning to be unwarm. We’ve found neither love nor money for a good eight years. The paper on fire in the gutter was not money. I don’t know where we are; it is not like jail. For a moment, let’s try to sit inside the garden; no, nothing is for us behind those bars. The pavement runs house to house, is hard to walk on. It sparkles with glass, mica, and no spare change. The unlined pockets are the ones with holes now. Like a perfect seamstress, I will tell you it is all my fault. I believe our walls must be brown paper. Anyone can hear us struggle at any time. –––––Elizabeth Macklin

Thank you so much! Simply fabulous photo’s and the music equally beautiful. This is absolutely my favorite time of the year and I’m lucky enough to live in New England, with all the magnificant colors, and eventually the crunchy sounds beneath our feet, and a time to start reflecting on a year nearly gone by, what a perfect colorful time to do that.

Thank you for the pictures. We live in Maine and it is just beginning. This week we go out to meet our newest grandchild in the great Northwest, Olympic National Park. So we have that glorious moment only to return to the dazzling beauty of NE in the fall. We are blessed.

I adore fall…it reminds me of chai tea for some reason. And, it gives me time to enjoy the last bit of beautful weather before my most hated season kicks in..

Oh wow, its Autumn already? I get married in a month! I picked this time of the year b/c of the beauty of the time. I can’t wait to have the windows open so we can see the outside in the park were getting married in…w/ the leaves changing and the gorgeous weather! YIPPIE!!!!!