Autumn is Brief... In the Wind Farm

Autumn is probably my favorite time of year. 

I firmly believe that each season has something to offer, whether it's the budding and blossoming of spring, the outdoors activities that summer invites, or the beauty of a fresh snowfall. But Autumn has its own special nature, with the delight of the harvest, the shift in weather to crisp air that invites you to pull out that old jacket or sweater, and, of course, the beautiful array of colors that comes with the changing of the leaves. 

Here that part lasts about 12 seconds. Or so it seems. 

The naked trees you see are maples - the one in front, with Calamity sitting under it, keeping an eye on me, is relatively small.  The one further back is quite huge.  Anything tree-sized (as opposed to bush-sized) you see in the picture that seems to have anything on it is a pine or fir tree.

As we've detailed here before, our Homestead is nestled in a wind farm, and for good reason. But what this means for autumn colors is that, as the leaves change and begin to lose their hold on the branches from which they sprang forth, the wind rapidly whisks them away to become a carpet of red, brown, and orange across the lawn. One must avail oneself of the opportunity to view the trees in their autumn splendor as soon as one notices them changing, for that opportunity will be brief. 

A carpet of leaves.  But I'm not raking them - no sir!

There is an upside to this phenomenon, however. While the wind - and the number of windy days increases considerably in the spring and fall - denudes our trees too soon for my taste, it does offer the simple courtesy of cleaning up its mess. The first fall that we lived out here we went to the trouble of raking up the leaves. But the yard is big, and we weren't able to get to them all. 

After one particularly windy day I looked out across the yard and realized: the leaves, the ones that we hadn't raked, were gone. 

Haven't raked up a leaf since.