As I stood atop a ridge gazing across, the valley breathing in the cool Autumn air. I seen the leaves that were once green start to turn. It looked as though Mother Nature dipped her brush, and splashed her leaves hues of golden, red, and orange. Down below in the valley deer were grazing, near a winding stream. The cool Autumn breeze blows a chill, and the painted leaves begin to fall. That’s her que Autumn has begun.
– Jamie Whorton