To be most accurate, that should probably say *my witnessing of* the changing leaves of fall. The leaves still change ... I just don't get to see all the pretty colors any more, now that I live in a place where there are little to no seasonal swings of temperature, and all the goings-on that stem from that weather phenomenon.
I had hoped that maybe this trip to Atlanta and Nashville in late September would have been enough to put in some serious leaf-peeping, but it's still a bit too early.
The best I could do was to close my eyes, and listen to the whispers on the wind, where I could all but hear them goading each other on to make the move ... "you go first" ... "no, *you* go" ... "does it hurt" ... "somebody's got to be the first one". So close ... and yet so far.
Chlorophyll breaking down in front of *my* eyes, you are missed.
SCIENCE, YO:
http://dnr.wi.gov/eek/veg/trees/treestruecolor.htm
LOOKS LIKE I'M TWO WEEKS TOO EARLY:
https://www.yahoo.com/travel/the-best-places-for-fall-leaf-peeping-in-the-u-s-97097716647.html
A CONTRARIAN VIEW TO THE "FLORIDA HAS NO SEASONS" CAMP:
https://chronicallysickmanicmother.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/stop-saying-florida-has-no-seasonsinstead-open-your-eyes/
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