Fall Flora Fashion

     Fall has finally arrived, expressing it in the vast surrounding that I see around the apartments.  Walking in the ever changing weather, the sky would show a clear view of brilliant blue, a cloudy airbrush of white, or into a depressing pervading haze of grey.  On other times, the clouds that are shaded a dark gray looked like they,"...threatened to consume the whole sky..."(Observation Notes, Day 34).  Sudden gusts of wind would blow intensely, and a few signs of rain would sprinkle upon the land.  This season of autumn is a time where plants begin to die as their beauty fade away, preparing to hibernate in the harsh winter.  The leaves of other trees are decorated with the colors ranging from dark maroons, while others consisted of dry sandy yellows.  Falling, these little crisp blades flutter in the wind from side to side, and eventually settle gently upon the cold hard ground. This a process that will continue, until the trees leaf-like plumage is naturally plucked out one by one. Birds, flying in a plane formation, would migrate from north, south, east, and west early, trying to arrive to their preferred destination and staying there overwinter, like people on winter break, who want to travel in order to spend time with their families.

      Fall for the Rowans, in my view, is like a new fashion statement for them to follow.  The first tree, however, slowly transformed its leaves into a bronze yellow from the bottom, and on the top is a mix of green and oranges. They still hung on the branches, until it is the right time for them to detach and drop down. Its orange berries still grasped desperately on their stems, while some lie on the ground, rotting away and later being decomposed.  They appear shriveled and wrinkled like a monkey's paw, a picture seen on the cover art from the short story "The Monkey's Paw".  Then as I walked into the Rowan tree community, I stepped into a society consisting mostly of orange berried trees, who wanted to follow the new fall fashion.  They all progressively turned their leaves into the warm colors of autumn, like orange, yellow, and red.  However, the red berried trees seemed to refuse to part take this latest trend.

"The Monkey's Paw". Digital Image. (White, Jeff. "The Monkey's Paw". N.d. 10,Nov. 2014. Web. creepypasta.wikia.com )

      Strolling around the Rowans near the mailboxes, I noticed that most of the trees have beaten the Rowan community, in fact the red berried trees even contributed.  They are beautifully dressed for the changing season it is like seeing a fine gentleman and a elegant lady dressed for a party.  Their leaves are dyed in are blend of oranges, yellows, and a small amount of a dashing red.  It is as if the trees,"...wanted to imitate the sun's color palettes."(Observation Notes, Day 32).  In the sun, the trees glowed like fire in a fireplace, warming up the mood in the atmosphere around me.  However, a few Rowans unfortunately have contracted a case of a balding problem as their leaves slowly fall out every minute. Besides the fact that they are on the verge of becoming leafless, these Rowans are still decorated with their red and orange berries.  In fact, I researched that these berries can last until winter, then they will all fall off.

The well-dressed Rowans.

     Lastly in this spread of fall fever, the Rowans near the bus stop didn't much progress in changing their leaves.  The Rowan to my left the leaves have marks of yellow and little orange, while most is a mixture of yellow and green.  Some even seemed to have brittle itself just enough to make it break with one touch.  Looking up at the round bundles of fruit, I've noticed that they wrinkled a bit, but is still ripe enough to eat.  Transitioning my eyes to my right, I saw that the wounded wood didn't seem to change.  The leaves are still colored a young green and the berries are plump as ever.  It is as if this tree is like a stubborn child not wanting to dress up a little fancy, or that it was nourished by the waters of the fountain of youth.  Then again, after a minor time skip, the tree's leaves have been marked with a pale yellow on the tips, the small branch had started to have its leaves dried up like a chip, curling up in the process, but the berries remained intact.

     It brings me joy to see these Rowans evolve and play around with colors.  The idea of them turning into warm colors for this fall season brushed off a bit of warmth on me as I walked through a cold day.  In fact, my mind is set on whether they are doing a fashion competition due to their new look on their leaves.  I do wish to continue setting my eyes on these Rowans observing them and their surroundings, because they simply intrigue me.  As time goes on, I will wonder who will walk down the runway early for the fashion of winter, and to see that I must keep watching.