Missed Season

We have a autumn in southwest Montana, but it is so short and different than those of the midwest that I always feel a little robbed each year.  I grew up on a street of sugar maples and so they were always full of colors each fall.  Then there is the smell or rotten leaves after they have all fallen.  Finally there is the smell of burning leaves.   I miss all of that tonight.

By Diana who is Playing Without Limits. Posted in Seasons Tagged