When Fall Comes to the Ozarks

Goodness gracious—how quickly seasons change!

Though fall officially arrived about two weeks ago, her initial début wasn’t particularly noteworthy. It wasn’t until last weekend that I noticed a subtle shift in the air.

Temperatures dropped, leaves started to change, and even the sunlight shone a little differently in the sky.

Transformation.

It’s finally begun.

Here in the Ozarks, the hills and hollows are awash in a palette of glorious color. It’s as if a switch has flipped. Where there was once summer green, now there are reds, yellows, and cinnamon browns.

The passing of time isn’t marked as much by the physical evidence as it is by the knowledge of what comes next.

Dormancy.

Winter.

And again, more change.

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Over our way, we’ve dressed our front porch in pumpkins, mums, and gourds. I’ve replaced my little garden flag—trading out ladybugs in favor of…what else? More pumpkins!

Hubby’s trimmed the boxwoods, checked the propane, and treated for moles.

I’ve purchased additional teas—the perfect collection for these cooler fall days. (We still have plenty of hot chocolate mix on hand—an annual staple from my mama each year.)

Tennis season has ended and we have some mixed feelings about that.

We’ve been blessed these past four years to see our daughter’s game come to fruition, excelling in the sport she’s played and loved for four busy—yet wonderful—years. We’ll have an awards banquet at the end of October to close out the season. Guess I better have some tissues on hand—it’ll be our final hoorah as daughter prepares to fly the nest.

We’ll use our Silver Dollar City passes at least once or twice more this season, and then there’s my alma mater’s homecoming in November we hope to attend.

And of course—there are new writing projects on the horizon.

So, you see, when fall comes to the Ozarks, it’s a magical time, full of change, wonder, and a little busyness, too.

It’s a time of transition with a cherry on top.

Because…after all…this is The Ozarks.