I love fall around here. It’s not necessarily that the colors are better (though they might be… I’m not sure). But we certainly have more trees.

My favorite is the vine that, after six months or so of living quietly and camouflaged on whatever trees and posts it can find, bursts into the brightest red I’ve ever seen in leaves. Suddenly, as if it’s tired of being anonymous and wants a new identity, it pops out everywhere — it quickly becomes the most prominent (and, in my opinion, beautiful) thing along the road.