Tuesday, December 3, 2013

color of the day

Call it a tempest in a teapot; or at least a maelstrom of changing seasons seemed to be swirling around my Chapman Ridge home. 

In nature, change is constant; as Greek philosopher Heraclites once said, “Everything moves, everything flows.”

After a rain, late one day last week, I walked out the ridgeline. The autumn brilliance had faded. There were a few gold and red and burgundy leaves; but earth tones—cinnamon, rust, terra cotta, chocolate and Melba toast tan—were now the color scheme of the day. The hillside looked like someone had left the molasses-rich Boston brown bread in the can a bit too long. Autumn was slipping away with leaves falling by the basketsful. 

A carpet of brown covered le sous-bois.
As the French say le sous-bois, the forest floor.

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