I have been remiss in posting much lately, and this has definitely contributed to my supremely poor effort in sharing my first PA fall, despite both how excited I was for its arrival and how utterly beautiful it has been. We are well past the peak here now, but I swear next year I am going to do some kind of a daily tree showcasing during this extraordinary season (“A Tree Grows In Lewisburg” or something like that) as I continue to try to share what it feels like to live finally free of so much concrete and now infinitely more connected to the earth—especially within the four acres that are now ours to carefully steward.

But for now… THIS TREE. This particular, gorgeous tree I passed by today that either didn’t get the memo that peak fall is in the rearview or simply does not care for stupid schedules and isn’t done beseeching us to pause for even just a minute to reflect on the unmatched and precious beauty of our world in fall. Sure, this planet is many kinds of a growing mess these days, but 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.

These are unedited photos posted straight from my camera roll. Imagine me running around this tree and taking pictures while saying things like, “Holy crap!” and “Oh my god, oh my god” while the two other people in the vicinity stared at me like I was a taco or two short of a combo BECAUSE THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED. What also happened is that as I was leaving, I pointed at my California license plate and shrugged, and they nodded, seemingly knowingly. I don’t know if this means they understood the possible dearth of much fall in my previous concrete jungle or if they chalked me up as a tree-hugging, hippie chick from California. I am okay with either one.

Happy very-much-still-Fall, dear friends, wherever you may be