Autumn arrived at 11:44:18 this morning, when the Sun crossed the equator headed south for the winter, ushering in what many consider to be the most beautiful season in the Smoky Mountains. Soon, leaves will begin to flame, transforming from the luxuriant greens of summer into vibrant red and russet, vivid orange, copper, golden yellow and rich ochre, abandoning tree branches to dance with the cool winds of fall ~ almost overnight. Crisp mornings still give way to warm afternoons for now, but before you know it you’ll find yourself wishing for a steaming mug of hot chocolate -or hot cider- before an crackling fire. I cannot wait!
If you can’t either, come on over to Pigeon Forge. Our landscaping team has decorated the courtyard and the gardens at The Inn for the annual Smoky Mountain Harvest Festival, and you can join in the many activities taking place here and in Sevierville and Gatlinburg. If you’re an avid tree-watcher like me, call the Fall Color Hotline at 1-800-697-4200 to keep on top of the progress of the changing leaves.
Enjoy a few quotes about this lovely season.
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.”
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.
hide the path
~John Bailey, “Autumn,” A Haiku Year
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying,
things that you don’t have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.”
~Mark Van Doren
“Come little leaves,” said the wind one day.
“Come over the meadow with me and play.
Put on your dresses of read and gold
For summer is gone and the nights grow cold.”
“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
~Janet @ The Christmas Place