“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
While every season has a particular beauty, fall in Santa Fe carries its own special magic. Vibrant shades of red, gold, yellow, citrine, and every color of the spectrum between blanket the mountains, as the aspens celebrate the end of summer with a grand finale. This mosaic of changing colors of the leaves on the mountains felt the essence of my exploration of language, landscape, wildness, beauty, and imagination. Spicy, pungent scents of roasting chiles float from open lots throughout the state as chiles tumble over open flames in grated roasters. When we smell roasting chile in the air, we know fall has arrived in the Southwest.
While the shifting colors of the seasons may feel familiar under our feet, for most of us little else does in this uncertain landscape and time of Fall 2020. We hoped the pandemic would ebb with summer and by fall the flow of life might return to more familiar terrain. Instead, the world often feels ever-more uncertain and holds a future we cannot foresee. I read recently that reading the headlines is now referred to as “doom scrolling.” It is in light of this uncertainty that I offer here a bit of beauty for your day. While we remain active and engaged in often difficult times and challenges, a bit of beauty here to fill the spirit and the soul as we move forward. I hope you enjoy the textures and shifting clouds of color of Aspen Peak above Santa Fe and a stroll the Plaza.
Harbinger of fall in New Mexico—(sexy comma) the scent of roasting green chiles lifts and lingers in the air and fresh chile ristras hang from trucks and will soon adorn gates, doors, and portales.
“Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.”~
“I had no idea,” said my dear friend who took her first trip to see the changing colors. “Mountains dipped in gold.” Here she saw the heart of the mountain in the trees.
“It’s the first day of autumn! A time of hot chocolatey mornings, and toasty marshmallow evenings, and, best of all, leaping into leaves!” ~Winnie the Pooh
“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.” ~Virginia Woolf
“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
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” ~John Burrows
Sunflowers and Russian Sage blowing in our backyard.
“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.”~Shira Tamir
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” ~
“I loved Autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.” ~
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Another fall, another turned page…” ~Wallace Stegner
“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.” ~
“Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.” ~
Central Plaza, New Mexico – Indigenous Peoples Day (Formerly Columbus Day)
“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.” ~
Look closely…RIP RBG.
Coyotes singing one morning as I go out for a run. Turn up the volume.
“The heart of autumn must have broken here, and poured its treasure upon the leaves.” ~
“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.” ~
Here a tiny posey of late-blooming cosmos from our garden.
I hope that we all might remember to take time to “sit upon a lofty hill,” even if that is just at our own desk and focusing on a bit of beauty.
Our musing hearts need this.
A extra special thank you and hug to Jeannine Kamman-Soon, who wrote to me of the “mountains dipped in gold” and allowed me to share her exquisite Heart of the Mountain photo.
And to Luke, who donned his mask and went to take these gorgeous photos of Santa Fe in fall, because his mom asked if he might.