My favorite season

Spring is a beautiful season, especially coming after the wet and mud of late winter, but there is something about autumn that I just love. The bright firey colors just seem to light up the world. And the darker and gloomier the skies, the brighter the colors of the trees appear. These are Grandfather's two American Elms. He planted those in the 50's sometime. We have a Hickory, too. Not many of those in California, either, I'd guess. The Mt. Ash in the yard is bright red, the leaves almost as bright as the berries.
It's sprinkling a little today and I think I'll build a fire later this evening, just to take the chill off. A great night for cocoa and a good book, don't you think?