The Beauty of the Season

When I was a little girl,
my Mom told me a story
each Fall about Jack Frost.

She would drive down a
particular street that
had a long line of trees
on each side. They
seemed to go on forever.

Her story went something
like this:
Each Fall Jack would get
out his paints and paint
brushes and paint all of
the trees. Some of the
trees would get a lot of
paint and some would get
a little bit at a time.

The time we spent driving
and looking at the trees was
so much fun. Mom was a story
teller. I don't remember if the
story changed from year to year
and it doesn't really matter
because it was our tradition.
I will tell you that Jack made
a return later when the trees
were frosty.

The pictures you have looked
at were taken here on our
street, in a couple of parks and
as we were driving around
our neighborhood.

I love the pic above. It was
taken at the park underneath
a tree. I like all the different
colors.

These two were taken at
Shawnee Mission Park--
near the lake.

We are losing leaves fast and
furious now. Mr. Ken and I
spent part of the weekend
finding our yard and deck.
This morning it was 60
degrees and mild. By the
time I left school it was
around 40 ish and drizzle
was falling. The forecast
high tomorrow is supposed
to be 35!
Oh boy!
We have had a beautiful
Fall and I am sad to see
the leaves go but I guess
we must move on.


~Keep on Dreaming~