The last time I was in Michigan for the Fall Colors was 1991. I moved to California in September of 1992. Fall was my favorite time of year in Michigan. Unless you’ve experienced it, you have no idea how magical it can be.
The feel of the leaves underfoot as you walk through them on a path in the woods. The smell of the crisp autumn air, especially early in the morning when all is still and peaceful. The sound of a gentle breeze as it whirls through the trees and a few more leaves will be carried off with the wind and dance through the air before they land. And when the wind picks up speed and whips through you and all around you … it takes your breath away but only for a moment … leaves that were once laying on the ground are dancing through the air all around you. Sometimes they will land in your hair and you can’t help but smile as you hear it softly crackle.
Fall in Michigan is a special time of year and nothing can compare. If you are walking along a trail next to the Pinnebog River you have to stop and marvel at the reflection of a majestic Sugar Maple. The leaves will float along the river as it winds through the forest and out to Lake Huron. If you listen closely and your heart is filled with joy you can imagine them calling you to join them on their journey. The Oak and Maple leaves at different stages of their transformation … yellow to a deep rich gold, red to a wondrous maroon. And still you will find leaves of green all around among all this bounty, this treasure called Autumn, fall color in all its glory.
I Thank God for this gift, one that I have missed and long to see again.
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