Fall this year has been filling my senses for the last two months, and just the fact that it is already December yet I can still find signs of fall every which way. . . well to be honest I just find this breath taking. As I putter out of my house around 8:30 to get off to work I am always struck by the image my cherry tree presents against the yellow lines of the vineyard below. Now this cherry tree won’t produce a cherry to save its life all spring . . . but it makes up for all that disappointment with the brilliance of its colors in fall. Another image that always remains with me during the day, is along the dirt road I travel down to get to the main via. On the right hand side are olive trees (which are much like pine trees in the sense that they are forever green) and rows and rows of grape vines, which are in varying shades of striping down to their bare bones. Then nn the left is a valley that is filled with Mediterranean pines – again forever green and splotches of color where an oak or chestnut tree took roots, like the one below.
And today, another picture of fall, drawing out the pleasures of fall. I had just hopped in my car to go home for lunch, and was sitting in stop and go traffic on the Chiantigiana heading towards Grassina – when the car was suddenly embraced by a “buffera” of yellow popolar tree leaves. It reminded of the words from Sting’s song the Hurdy gurdy man – with all the tossing and turning of the leaves. Of course, hurdy gurdy is an instrument, but the sound of the words reminds me of the whirling and twirling….