Shortened days and cooler nights signal the Appalachians to prepare for winter’s wardrobe. The trees celebrate autumnal equinox with a festival of color. Donning their brightest red, shocking orange, purple, and gold, they wave farewell as they toss their leaves to the wind like confetti.
Lured to follow fall’s path, I discovered vistas of breath-taking beauty. Come with me over the next few weeks to discover the natural majesty of fall kissed mountain forests, valleys, and rivers.
Black-faced sheep graze on succulent grasses as vibrant woodland topiary portend barren fields of snow.
From the shelter of branch and thicket a watchful doe herd braves fence and open field to forage for tender shoots.
Bright blue skies and windswept clouds caress variegated mountain ridges.
Cool air rushes in, leaving a cloak of fog over mountain and river while Canada Geese pause to feed and groom before resuming their southerly migration.
“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun.” Ecclesiastes 3:1