Nov. 21st, 2011 10:58 pm
[personal profile] learnedax
I wonder sometimes how people cope with living in places like Tuscany, or the Amalfi coast. Surely they cannot stand around slack-jawed all the time saying "by god, this is beautiful" - and yet how terrible it would be to grow so used to it that you barely notice the beauty around you. Maybe the awareness of natural splendor is a constant pleasing background noise to daily life. I don't know.

But I often forget that, for one month a year, this place becomes one of the most beautiful places in the world. In fact, I don't really think about autumn until it is upon us, when the suddenness of its beauty catches me entirely off guard and I stand around staring at roadsides and out of windows where everything has exploded into its fleeting moment of wonder like a very slow fireworks display.

I thought that time was winding down, but this week the Japanese Maple in the back yard lightened slightly, and dropped thousands of scarlet leaves that completely covered the grass. The dogs loved it, too, but for different reasons.

So I guess that's the last autumnal shell to detonate. Probably...

Date: 2011-11-22 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beautiful language to describe beauty.

Thank you!

Date: 2011-11-22 02:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The tree in front of our house is the first tree to go on our street every year, and the leaves turn vivid yellow. It's in my line of sight when I'm working, so briefly it makes me pay attention to the color every time my attention wanders from what I should be doing...



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