This Is Fall

Turns out, that what I described as "fall" a month ago is not, in fact, fall.  Even if leaves were descending...

This.

This is fall.

A drive through countryside bursting with multitudes of wonderful, rich, golden color

is fall.

Beautiful purple flowers mixed with the reds and browns of leaves in all of their glory

is fall.

Watching farmers work in their harvested fields, preparing them for winter

is fall.

The orange burst that can't possibly be the sign of something dying

is fall.

And I can't get enough of it.