The weather is starting to cool down. The leaves will begin to transform to beautiful red, yellows, and oranges. Welcome Autumn!

There was always a garden connection with my Grandpa. I remember how we use to dig soil for hours and hours. Gardening is in my blood. Fortunately, that blood reached all the way to my green thumb. I pretty much adore anything I plant. How I wish I could make plant grow faster. I dream of someday having a farm where I can go out and harvest my lettuce and spinach and cherry tomatoes for a salad for dinner.

The daylight is cold and there's a tang of turning leaves in the air. They split themselves from the twig, swirl and ballet in the space. Leaves are lessening from the trees, as if, they have lived there life this season. They plunge in the arm of Mother Nature and she greets them in her own spongy way.

Stuck right there between red and yellow as the second color in the rainbow, it was orange. Yes, it did embellish entire neighboring with tinge of carroty. After all it’s the only season where pumpkins are judged by their personality. The leaves fall and the wind blows, from the summer cottons to falling leaves. Welcome autumn!

We needed the tonic of wildness… that land and ocean is indefinitely wild. We can never have enough of nature. In youth, I pinned this down in Geography map, all I ever wanted was an earth without maps.

This summer, I am taking the tall tree route and visiting farmers. Standing in the shadow of their ancient branches and feeling what it's like to travel back in time. It takes my breath away!