Seasons Begin to Show

Over the past week the wall of vines has slowly morphed into an array of reds and yellows. The vibrant green that used to blend everything together is now only a slight glimmer poking through. I like the look of Autumn but the feel of Summer, but then Spring is my favorite season.
      In summer everything is leafy green and everything being a leafy green color it all blends together, monochromatic. During summer I feel like I can't see anything clearly, it is like walking into an entire room of green.
      Whereas in Autumn everything has its own shade of color, individualism. You can see all the lines, making the tree, blade of grass or flower it becomes real image.
      In spring I like the feeling it gives me. It gives me hope that there is still purity in the world. Everything is new, pure, unexposed to the evils of life. Now that my utopia is changing colors there will be a lot more to explore. It is like looking at it with a whole new set of eyes. Being able to see things that were blending in before. Like the shrinking pumpkin vine. I think the leaves are retreating because any heat that is captured by the plant is quickly ripped away by the sharp breeze that reminds you winter is on its way. The lack of nourishment is beginning to show as  the leaves reveal a hint of yellow appearing at the surface. One little under developed pumpkin still holds on, trying to grow. It being about the size of a Kiwi I don't think it is going to make it in time before the plant caves into the cold and decomposes into the grass, giving the grass a little more strength to stay green until that first snowfall. I'm excited to see what new wonders of perfection this yard will hold for the future.