Right here, the place we reside, the autumn has stumble upon us imperceptibly and we have now not seen its gradual strategy.
A yellowish tinge comes over the large cottonwood bushes so slowly we don’t see it till we go away and are available again, then our eyes are contemporary and we immediately see that summer time is over.
The bushes change coloration shortly now for there may be frost at night time they usually are displaying each shade of yellow towards the darkish mountains. The distance turns a deeper blue for all of the yellow close to us.
After the bushes are totally turned and are like torches of fiery yellow, usually with coral pink suggestions, and others are huge balls of radiant, sun-colored loveliness, they’ve a protracted quiet pause earlier than the top.
Day after day of Indian summer time passes, breathless, when the entire valley is motionless and each leaf is immobile, shining golden and nonetheless. What days! One strikes in a dream by way of the nation, scarcely in a position to imagine one’s eyes, for the surprise of it.
Once more the cottonwood bushes have been yellow towards the dark-blue sky and there was no wind—not a breath of a breeze within the wealthy autumnal air.
This previous Sunday I drove from Santa Fe to Taos, and all alongside the Rio Grande clusters and households of golden-glow cottonwoods loomed over the river because it snaked alongside the canyon. As night deepened the colour on the bushes intensified from wealthy goldenrod to cadmium orange, morphing lastly to rosy bronze. No digital camera may have captured this: I’ve it solely in my thoughts’s eye…and it’s essential to think about it. Once I arrived on the overlook onto the Rio Grande Gorge and Taos Mountain with the valley spreading as extensive as the attention may see, it appeared that globes of cottonwoods festooned the sweep like so many tethered balloons looming over the panorama.
It is gone now. It is raining and the glow is gone. However not the reminiscence and never the fun of seeing nature carrying her glory coat of autumn.
With hopes that this has supplied you with a feast for the eyes and a special view of Mabel Dodge Luhan.
Adios for now,