The First Touch of Color on Leaves: The Sights of Autumn

When people think of fall, one of the first things that come to mind is the leaves changing color. As soon as they think of that, they associate to the fallen leaves with the scent of those leaves and think of piles of leaves raked up. Even if they never played in the leaves as children, those memories remain the first thoughts of autumn. When you see the autumn leaves, what do you think of?

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
– Albert Camus

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
– Lauren DeStefano

“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.”
– Joe L. Wheeler

“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.”
– Wendy DeSol

“The tints of autumn … a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.”
– John Greenleaf Whittier

“It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons, when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright blue sky makes you feel like your life is passing through your fingers; that you’ve felt this autumn-feeling before and you’ll probably get to feel it again, but one day you won’t anymore, because you’ll be dead.”
– Sarah Dunn

“Use what you have; use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world’s oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hue hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”
– Shauna Niequist

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