I'm hearing: The wind whooshes through the now almost-bare tree branches. What leaves are left on the trees rattle wearily; the fallen ones shush underfoot when I walk through the woods. An occasional tractor trailer roars down the road, reminding me that the Christmas tree farms will be shipping out soon.
I'm feeling: The rough skin of a green apple, just picked from the tree. Knobby and blemished, but firm and ripe.
I'm seeing: Carolina blue skies with almost purple clouds against rust- yellow- and orange-colored leaves. Lovely, still-green grass. More and more of the vibrant colors transform to an earthy brown: the seasonal muting has begun. The occasional bright red leaf nestles inside a rhododendron's leaves. Fantastic sunrises almost daily.
I'm tasting: Apple dishes, savory, warm soups, biscuits fresh from the oven.
I'm smelling: Warm, cinnamon-y custard cooks on the stove inside; outside, a distant fire burns; fresh, mossy earth, and decaying, fallen leaves in the woods.
What are you picking up with your five senses these days?
