Michigan has been my home for all of my 59 years. By November, leaves are off the trees, the variety of fall colors are a sweet but fading memory. And it’s time to break out the jackets – or at least the sweaters.
Not this year. The Autumn of 2015, has to be the most beautiful in my recollection. On Monday it reached 79 degrees at home though I was en route to Traverse City (northwest Michigan) with my lifelong BFF. I think Traverse City easily reached 75 degrees on Monday with Tuesday and Wednesday equally warm. On Tuesday at 5:00 p.m., I was standing in the sand, wearing flipflops and taking photos of the crystal blue water, lighthouse, sunset and amazed at our good fortune.
The color change, which historically would be over by now, was in full glory. It wasn’t just warm, it was sunny and the sky was brilliant, painting the trees with light. Driving the two lane roads throughout the countryside, we marveled at every turn. I love Michigan and this time of year is always something special, though often it’s brief. I’m so grateful to be able to experience it in retirement.
Everyday, this was my view – it was hard to leave such beauty. You can smell the fresh scent of pine in the air.
As we were packing the car for our return trip, I noticed mushrooms sprouting along the forest floor.
What a magical couple of days!