One of the best aspects of fall is the colors. Flickering, scattering, and shifting, color paints the trees with an airbrush of bright tones. Golds, oranges, and reds are focal, as trees that just turn brown and drop their leaves act as a backdrop.
Lower light intensifies the gold. At sunset, the warm tones glow. No two days are ever the same in the garden. But at harvest, there is a sense of accomplishment, and of ending. There is preparation for when the next cycle begins. There is enjoying and celebrating the results of hard work.
The rustle and crunch of dried leaves under feet can’t be conveyed in a work of art, but only suggested. The expression is to represent all the days spent in the golden light and to celebrate harvest.
On this Thanksgiving, I am grateful for all these things. To live a creative life, to express a suggestion of how fall feels, and to honor the beauty of the changing days, are enhanced when shared.
Liane Sebastian wears an editor’s hat, designer’s coat, and artist’s shoes.