color of autumn in July

I grew up in a small town in New York. Actually this small town is so small that it is officially classified as a hamlet. The word hamlet makes it sounds like something out of the English countryside. But then, that is why they call that region of the country New England. Trees and bushes and vegetation were in grand abundance. Quite a difference from the concrete canyons of the city. And each fall a curious thing happened, all of the leaves on the trees turned to shades of red, yellow, and orange. And what a sight it was. I was walking in the backyard here in Florida when I saw some leaves with that same fiery red color of the autumn leaves of New England. But these red leaves were new leaves just starting out. Evidently as they mature they turn green. I couldn’t resist getting a picture of one of the leaves. The autumn colors of a northern fall right here in Florida. And the joys of autumn. My favorite pastime in the fall was to rake the fallen leaves into a very large pile and then jump into that soft pile of leaves. It was like a giant pillow and the earthy smell of the leaves were both pleasant and comforting. It was a great time. Mom and dad worked and paid the bills and all that I had to do was play. It doesn’t get much better than that. Lying on my back on the soft grass looking at the white fluffy clouds is another story for another time. Have a nice day and my assignment for everyone for today who reads this: pick a pleasant memory from the past and muse upon it for awhile. Savor the memory, enjoy the memory, and then try to create at least one more memorable pleasant memory today. Be kind to yourself and others. Lew