The leaves of my mother's hosta plants have turned a yellow gold as have the leaves of Box Elder and Cottonwood trees along the river. Today's rain had added intensity to the autumn shades of yellow gold as well as adding a foggy mist trapped in the dark evergreens higher up the canyon walls. The oaks on the south facing canyon slopes have deepened into a rusty bronze. The maple have dropped their leaves on the slopes, but a few leaves of orange still cling to the maples in my mother's garden. And now, the sunny is breaking through the clouds. Yellow gold.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Yellow gold
The leaves of my mother's hosta plants have turned a yellow gold as have the leaves of Box Elder and Cottonwood trees along the river. Today's rain had added intensity to the autumn shades of yellow gold as well as adding a foggy mist trapped in the dark evergreens higher up the canyon walls. The oaks on the south facing canyon slopes have deepened into a rusty bronze. The maple have dropped their leaves on the slopes, but a few leaves of orange still cling to the maples in my mother's garden. And now, the sunny is breaking through the clouds. Yellow gold.
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