CRUNCH ! Cruch Summary

The work autumn may also remember and so she might point and say proudly to the adult with her. ‘ Look those leaves are falling too! Is that because its autumn?’

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, And I

* The autumnal pine needles become bluer and the red carpet of dewberry becomes redder when a chorus of quail song burst forth hardly a stone’s throw away.

Instead of your heavy winter coat, you decide on a raincoat and boots for the upcoming rain. With the wet dirt and uncovered tree’s, earthly smells enclose your senses. Seeing the newly grown grass. Hearing the birds chirp after returning back to their homes. Critters have just begun to come out of hibernation and everything starts to become the active beaten path you used to know. As the clouds start to disappear and the sun comes out of hiding, trees and plants start to bloom with new life with the vibrant colors of summer. Leaving behind the pastel colors of spring, summer brings noisy vibrant colors to life. The animals wake and scamper across the cement pathway while the flowers open to the morning rays. Different smells meet you halfway to fill your nose with aromas that have not been discovered since last

Fall colors, slowly waiting to be released from limb’s perch by cool evenings and frosty mornings.

all the new flowers blossom and the leaves on trees become greener. The start of

The wind howled in the daylight.  Chills ran up my back.  That's how you know it is fall in New Jersey.   The leaves fell to the ground as they turned an ombre color.  “Come on!”, my mom shouted in frustration.

The trees have shed their gowns and there’s a distinct smell of Marlboro. Tiny tots race around with a hand-me-down football as my brother chases them. Three dogs are locked behind fences in their dog bins eagerly chomping to play. The air is nice a crisp as autumn blanketed the small city. Slipping off my shoes, the grass tickles and goose bumps prickle up my legs.

The warm sun at its peak in the day and the smell of dampness in the air. A light mist touches the ground and I can hear the animals of nature at play. How strange it would be to walk upon four maples perfectly aligned in this one spot, left untouched. No one to hear them if they fall. One would automatically wonder, who had a planted them and why.

There are trees as far as I can see, the air smells crisp with a hint of dead leaves that have fallen from their tree for the year. The sun is disappearing farther from the sky and I can feel the cold settling into my bones. The whispers of the leaves the crackling of the twigs coming from the rummaging squirrels and chipmunks collecting food for the winter, causing Beau to dart his head from one place to the next scanning the area for

Autumn: a place of solace accompanied by serenity. A central scene of an everlasting purity symbolizing the coming of our most perspicuous endeavors. She shifts with the wind, and every nuance brings a deeper meaning to this small Oklahoma City. The shade of her trees set alight my eyes as I begin to see what the world has tried so desperately to keep from me.

In fall you will see the leaves blowing in the new, fresh fall breeze. You will see the fog of your warm breath in the cord fall air and the colorful leaves falling off the trees.

The leaves beneath my feet is the only sound I hear besides the chirping of the birds. The tees are shedding the their coats getting ready for the brisk winter. Colors of orange and yellow floating around me. The wind is whipping me around and around breaks me out of my thought. I hike farther up on the bluff going higher and higher into the sand. Rays of red and pink sunshine enveloping me in a ray of heat. The cold weather is nipping at my cheeks turning them a pinkish color. The farther I hike the colder it gets, my wind breaker is slowly losing its effect of keeping me warm.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.