September is when our fireweed bursts into flames, then slowly smolders into white puffs of cotton.
Cottonwood leaves turn yellow overnight. A brisk autumn breeze brings them swirling to ground, coating it a crunchy brown. The sunlight gives everything a golden hue that looks much warmer than it feels.
Termination dust starts to creep down the mountains, getting dangerously close to the ground until an unseasonably warm day chases it back up.
October brings with it the first snowfall of the season. We usually plan our Halloween costumes around whether or not it will fit over a snowsuit. Some years we are trick-or-treating through a foot of snow, while other years bring us a wind that is blowing so hard we can barely open the doors to all the decorated homes and the town swirls with escaped candy wrappers. And some years are just plain bone chilling cold. I'm not selling anyone on my home, am I? It truly is a magical time of year, with a little bit of temperamental weather.
|Trick-or treating with my mom in Alaska|
|A crisp November wedding|
How does all this translate into my own fall color pallete? Deep fireweed red, fallen leaf browns and tans, Halloween lime greens and oranges, crisp snow and wedding gown white as a brilliant contrast are my fall colors.