Here on the East coast, we get the full effect of 4 seasons.  I know that some of you live in places where this is not your experience.   The world is quite complex.  Honestly, I cannot imagine living in a place where the weather and atmosphere remains about the same year-round.  The other day someone was talking about the Sahara Desert, and I could not imagine being in that part of the world.  A fun fact, however, is that the dust from the Sahara contributes to the rain in the tropical forests of South America.  We are all connected.   Yet neither the desert nor the tropics as a match for the color of Fall.

On the East Coast we have a wide variety of trees.  Our property alone has four distinct kinds.   When you drive through the streets of Washington, D.C. you will be met with many more varieties of trees.

Trees have this unique ability to change color in the Fall.  Why do they do this?  Are they seeking attention?  Does this have the benefit of increasing longevity?   Is this some kind of practice for a future stage of growth or death?  Are they seeking attention and shouting at us to take a good look?

Now some of you have already tapped your scientific brains to detail the chemistry involved.  I know that as the temperature drops, the flow of life inside the tree slows.  As this slow down occurs, the tree produces less chlorophyll.   As each leaf loses its ability to draw in sunlight and produce chlorophyll, the coloring in the leaf changes or weakens.  As the green drains out, the colors of stress and potential death show.  The leaves “pale” turning yellow, gold, orange, red.  This is very enjoyable for the viewer but a bit stressful for the tree.

We are all familiar with this cycle.  The same thing happens to us as we age.  Our hair color changes and unlike trees, we can dye ours, so the color does not appear to fade.  I am always amazed when a friend discloses that they dye their hair.  I am not sure why that surprises me.  I just accept that aging is process we must all accept, or I think my graying hair announces that I am getting wiser.

Unlike the trees, I do not have this inherent ability to produce more vibrant color.  Perhaps that is why I embrace the fall.  The world around me comes to life with color, stirring feelings of joy and celebration.  I am not getting older, just more colorful!