I sometimes don't understand why so many people favour the summer. Never was
I enthusiastic about a hot, sunny day.Give me a cool, crisp, cloudy day and I'm
jumping for joy. Walking down a yellow-tree path, listening to the wind racing over
the river. Overhead, winged-mammals fly south inless than co-ordinate
formations. This is where I am home. Autumn.
My family often speaks of how sad autumn is; to slowly watch the trees bare their
branches. To watch the colour leech from the plants and the sky.
I couldn't ask for a more lively season.
When people speak of trees and grass, they visualize an image of green. Red,
yellow, orange, brown. These are the colours of warmth and life.
'Tis in my home can nature show it's reasl heart and soul.
My home is the time where friends and family can give thanks to...