My Ode to Otoño

I think I have decided that Autumn is my favorite season. I love the freshly fallen snow, the warmth of summertime, and the flowers of springtime, but I don't think anything compares to the brilliance of fall. Keats calls it

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun

I call it pure splendor! The trees are ablaze with color that sweeps over the mountains. My feet are warm in my brown leather boots, my scarf hangs stylishly over my sweater, and the crisp cold air blows leaves off the trees in a swirling dance around my body. Romantic isn't it? I think so. Another great thing about fall is that it always brings my family down for a visit. Going to see the leaves up Provo canyon has come to be an annual occurrence. We usually stop at Bridal Veil falls on our way up to the Alpine loop.

Me, Tammy, Grace, and Kevin

It was the perfect day to see the leaves. I cannot think of anything more lovely than spending time with my family in the beauty of Provo Canyon.

We stumbled upon this spectacular aspen grove. If I were a tree I think I would be an Aspen. They are white, tall, and skinny (like me!) and when the wind blows through the branches the leaves rustle as if the tree is singing. I also just love the yellow brightness of their leaves. 

If seeing the leaves was not joy enough, we paired it with Pumpkin Pie Cheesecake Shakes and Burgers from Sammy's and a phone call from my best friend informing me that she is finally engaged to the most amazing fellow. 

CONGRATULATIONS MEGAN AND ANDREW! 

Autumn has brought me endless joy with its falling leaves of reds, yellows, and oranges. Thank you for coming, even though you came later than I expected. I know you cannot stay long because Jack Frost is already planning his morning runs, but maybe it is your brief stay that makes me cherish you so much. Please come again next year!