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Fall is beginning to settle into my beloved mountains. The trees are beginning to show the first changes in color with the yellows being the first to show. It will be a little over a month before we hit “peak” leaf season, bringing thousands of visitors to my hometown nestled between the Blue Ridge and the Great Smoky Mountains. Still, Labor Day has passed and it is as though someone has thrown a magical switch. The days, while still warm, no longer hit the nineties that marked the summer days of a few weeks ago. The threshing machines are in the fields and the days, and nights grow cooler.

Except for the numerous tourists fall is my favorite time of year. I love the early morning crispness in the air. Mornings with my cup of coffee are almost sacred times. The fog has yet to burn off the mountains and lays softly within the valleys and peace reigns supreme in the strength of the mountains that are ancient beyond memory.

There is nothing better this time of year than putting a throw over my lap in the evening and curling up with a good book; a habit we all know I love anyway. My dogs love the fall too. They seem to fill with energy during the shorter days and longer nights. You would think spring would be their favorite time of year, but here, in the South they take their cues from their owners. We know spring means the heat of summer is just around the corner, and while summer brings its own beauty of blooming trees and flowers, it lacks the majesty of fall’s beautiful colors.

My youngest son, Paul, was the child who most enjoyed the fall colors with me and the huge vistas that would meet our eyes as we rose out of a valley, onto a mountain peak only to see ranges and ranges of color spread before us. He remarked once it was like God’s coloring box and the image of the Eternal with a huge box of crayons, childish as it may seem, has stayed with me ever since. As I look upon those precious scenes, G-d never feels closer.

So fall is slowly descending on my mountains. Winter cover will be planted soon. The leaves will change and fall. The smell of wood smoke from numerous fireplaces will fill the night air and eventually the frosts will come, but with fall comes the promise of a new year, a new spring, and new life. I love fall, for itself and for all the promises it holds beneath its layers of leaves and frost.

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