How can it be November? But that's what I say each month. How can it be October, or September, or August? Don't you?
For us and our neighbors, October means leaves. And early November, still a red and golden world outdoors here in the North Carolina Piedmont. Not so in Western North Carolina. Our beautiful mountain communities were hit hard this year, tragic flooding, landslides and tornadoes. Lives were lost. Every place our family has ever visited in the Blue Ridge Mountains is under reconstruction. So all over our state, joys are tempered.
But somehow, there is still pleasure in the changing season. What we feel first is an atmospheric change. The somnolence of summer is over; where heat enervated, crisp air energizes. Without the glare of the months just past, colors flare more vibrant. Green in the warmth of August, with colder mornings the leaves' chlorophyll retreats, leaving carotenoid pigments in charge, boasting orange, yellow and gold, like the pumpkins and squashes covering patches and gardens. But only briefly. Soon the ground will be covered with brown, not yellow leaves. The flamboyant decay will become stealthier.
At the same time, sunrise and sunset reach their peak luminescence. With less water vapor in the air, we see more clearly. Colors appear more vivid. I never understood why before, but this year did some simple research on the science of autumn. It's so interesting. As the earth turns on its axis away from the sun, light has to travel further to reach our eyes. Blue light scatters out long before it reaches us. Only red and orange can make the 150 million kilometers to reach our eyes in a blazing sunrise or sunset.
So enjoy this beautiful sight, if you are lucky enough to share it with me. With thanks for whatever is before us. Nina Naomi