| The Gardeners Glove |
| Seasons |
It's fall in the beautiful Rocky Mountains. My favorite time of the year. All the trees have changed colors and
everywhere you look it's as though God took a paint brush and began to drop brilliant colors of orange,
yellow and red all over the land. Every mountain has a color variety of red brick, green and brown tones
that take your breathe away. Soon there will be snow that lies peacefully on the mountain tops, but for a few
short weeks you can enjoy a rainbow of colors resting beneath a valley that I called home for many years.
Every year around late September I gather a bouquet of natural fall colorful dried flowers to make an
arrangement to be displayed in my home. With every chocolate brown cattail, Indian tobacco and sage that
I gather, I always take a moment to stand back in awe of nature's natural beauty. To stand on a mountain
hill side and look far away at the aspen trees as they change from green leaves to a bright yellow with gold
shimmering through, is truly overwhelming. They actually glimmer in the sun as if each leaf is dancing to
the tune of the sun's rays. The bright rust and orange colors of the trees that nestle between the golden
leaves is like opening a different can of paint to start your own painting on a canvas of delight. I remember
as a child I would lay on my back and look high into the view of a beautiful big tree and just dream. How
peaceful it was to look at each leaf to see the lines that formed and to think of all the thousands of branches
that are reached out just waiting to be touched by the sun each day. They are alive and have a story to be
told if you listen real close. What once was a sprig now stands as a beautiful oak, pine or cedar tree that
opens to the unknown. The top branches sway and move as the wind blows across them. So much time has
past, yet if I close my eyes I can see every memory from a time long ago, as if it is happening now. The
Yampa Valley looking North East was Heaven in my own yard for quit a few years. I was able to see the
season's changing colors, the storms that blew in almost unexpectedly, from any window in my home I
could see something that nature had to offer. I love trees and every year I watched in amazement at how the
main street early in spring was like a winter's day with snow falling, only it was cotton from the cottonwood
trees that flew through the air making an almost fog like texture along each street. Winter's in the small
Northwestern town where I currently now live are long and cold, but I find having a touch of nature inside
a home makes all the difference. As a beautiful Indian summer comes to a close, I fill my home with nature’s
wonders. To add an atmosphere of warmth and gentleness a centerpiece of Indian tobacco is gathered
along side a country road with deep chocolate tones of cattails and dried wheat. Colorful wild flowers now
turned earth tones create a bouquet of nature's splendor. As the holidays approach my centerpiece is
accompanied by pumpkins, gourds and dried Indian corn. Just another way to view fall reflections, up close.
everywhere you look it's as though God took a paint brush and began to drop brilliant colors of orange,
yellow and red all over the land. Every mountain has a color variety of red brick, green and brown tones
that take your breathe away. Soon there will be snow that lies peacefully on the mountain tops, but for a few
short weeks you can enjoy a rainbow of colors resting beneath a valley that I called home for many years.
Every year around late September I gather a bouquet of natural fall colorful dried flowers to make an
arrangement to be displayed in my home. With every chocolate brown cattail, Indian tobacco and sage that
I gather, I always take a moment to stand back in awe of nature's natural beauty. To stand on a mountain
hill side and look far away at the aspen trees as they change from green leaves to a bright yellow with gold
shimmering through, is truly overwhelming. They actually glimmer in the sun as if each leaf is dancing to
the tune of the sun's rays. The bright rust and orange colors of the trees that nestle between the golden
leaves is like opening a different can of paint to start your own painting on a canvas of delight. I remember
as a child I would lay on my back and look high into the view of a beautiful big tree and just dream. How
peaceful it was to look at each leaf to see the lines that formed and to think of all the thousands of branches
that are reached out just waiting to be touched by the sun each day. They are alive and have a story to be
told if you listen real close. What once was a sprig now stands as a beautiful oak, pine or cedar tree that
opens to the unknown. The top branches sway and move as the wind blows across them. So much time has
past, yet if I close my eyes I can see every memory from a time long ago, as if it is happening now. The
Yampa Valley looking North East was Heaven in my own yard for quit a few years. I was able to see the
season's changing colors, the storms that blew in almost unexpectedly, from any window in my home I
could see something that nature had to offer. I love trees and every year I watched in amazement at how the
main street early in spring was like a winter's day with snow falling, only it was cotton from the cottonwood
trees that flew through the air making an almost fog like texture along each street. Winter's in the small
Northwestern town where I currently now live are long and cold, but I find having a touch of nature inside
a home makes all the difference. As a beautiful Indian summer comes to a close, I fill my home with nature’s
wonders. To add an atmosphere of warmth and gentleness a centerpiece of Indian tobacco is gathered
along side a country road with deep chocolate tones of cattails and dried wheat. Colorful wild flowers now
turned earth tones create a bouquet of nature's splendor. As the holidays approach my centerpiece is
accompanied by pumpkins, gourds and dried Indian corn. Just another way to view fall reflections, up close.
| Fall Reflections |
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