I could never live in Florida, or any place where leaf color changes never occur.
I was the type of kid who, in grammar school, always went for the forest scenes on folders. Be it leafy, verdant green forests, or trees ablaze in their autumnal coats, you could have made book on the choice I’d make.
Being older now, raking becomes part of the season and my admiration for the colors never fades.
After all, there is always the promise of spring to wait for!