I was traveling down the highway today when I realized that this is the first year in many that I can actually recall enjoying the fall foliage. I have been living here in New England since I was 5. I suppose when you spend so much time around something that you become immune to it. The realization makes me feel like I have been asleep for years, unconscious to my surroundings.
My mother loves to tell the story of when I was very young, most likely around 6, when we were in the car one October day and I said to her, in all my innocence, “Someone should tell God that he does a really nice job painting the leaves.”
I’m not sure what the cause was to heighten my awareness this year but I am grateful. Perhaps it’s because I have been out in nature more or that I’ve been taking so many pictures. Maybe It’s a part of my recent awareness in the here and now.
I started noticing the changes early on. It started out as a few leaves and became gradual as the more healthy trees seem to stay green longer. The colors vary and each tree is unique and magnificent in its own way. It reminds me of us. How we go through phases in our lives where we feel like we are dying inside but everyone else still seems to see our beauty. It’s still there. The leaves may completely fall and the trees may seem bare, but it is not long before the flakes of winter arrive here in New England and the trees show their beauty as they stand tall, holding snow on each branch as if to say, “I caught this for your to admire.” A sign of strength. The spring comes and life returns as with us, the cycle of the things we go through in our lives.
Take time to notice the beauty in, not only your surroundings, but in others in your life as well. Don’t take the beauty of others for granted, just because you see them all the time.