I do love autumn, the rich red, orange and golds of the city seem imbued with the warmth of the summer past. The blossoms of spring are different. They hold a message of hope for the summer to come. They speak of the coming warmth, the banishment of the long cold winter. They are full of life and happiness. Every year the first brave blossom arrives while the days are still short, dark and cold but my heart lifts at the sight. I know that spring will soon be upon us and I revel in their beauty.
After days of glorious sunny weather today is grey and thundery and the blossom is looking a bit bedraggled from the rain but I know that these examples I saw over the last week or so are only the beginning.
What is your favorite season?