Leaf me alone

So, in the month that I've lived in North Georgia, I've learned several things about myself...really profound things.... I heart fall leaves....okay so I lied, it's not profound.

But seriously I honestly love seeing the vibrant yellows, reds and oranges as the leaves on the trees concede defeat and accept the arrival of fall and the impending winter.

Since I live in Alpharetta, but work in Gainesville every morning on my way to work, I get to really drink in the changing colors as I drive along I-985.

Living in South Georgia all my life, I've never really experienced anything like this before. Don't get me wrong, we have trees down there, but the leaves just turn brown and then fall off. And I've been to other northern states in the fall before, but I've never actually been able to see the steady progression from green to the other fire-like colors that I've seen now.

I mean I love everything about these fall leaves. From the color to the crunch.

The other morning as I was pulling into the parking lot at work I noticed that there was a significant pile of fallen leaves stretched between 6 or 7 empty parking spaces. So in a decidedly child-like moment, I turned my radio off , rolled down my windows and slowly drove through the parking spaces and over the leaves, just so I could hear the CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.

Now, I still miss the beaches of my original southern Georgia home, but the leaves here give me something else to enjoy while I'm away.....