Autumn's Last Hurrah by Tina M. Harris

When Brad and I lived in Massachusetts it was common for us to take long drives most weekends, particularly as the trees began their amazing show of color in celebration of autumn's cooler days. There is nothing quite so breathtaking as the mountains of New England when they are blanketed in their reds, and golds and oranges. I miss it terribly (as I have said enough times that I am certain my friends and family have grown quite sick of it). While I love my home in Central Oregon and find many things here that I enjoy, there is nothing that can ever take the place of that bittersweet riot of color that happens just before the trees go to sleep for the winter, the leaves giving up their hold on the branches and drifting slowly to the earth below.

Autumn's Last Hurrah (c) 2008 by Tina M. Harris