I got to see Mother Nature shake the dust covers off her most colorful season as I drove down highway 47 early Saturday morning, and I had to stop several times to enjoy the show.
The sun rose extra slowly that morning so I think it, too, was pausing every now and then to take in all the splendor. We had to look closely, the sun and I, because fog covered that first October morning like a thick cotton fleece.
Inch by inch the fleece slid back as the sun peaked out from the east corner and I headed south. It seemed like we were all getting ready for that great, golden gala of pumpkin-spiced glory called autumn in Wisconsin.
When October rolls in like a Monet painting, you know it’s going to be a beautiful fall.