Yesterday was a perfect autumn day.
The sky was blue, the sunshine warm,
the trees fanned across the landscape
in their customary reds, greens, golds, and oranges.
We were driving through Isle of Wight County
on our way to Richmond and back again,
so there were lots of fields
of soybeans and cotton, corn and peanuts.
Lots of roadside pumpkin stands, too.
We passed by a large field of wheat that was so emerald green
it made everyone look twice.
I thought the mist was rising over the fields
as we made our way back in the late afternoon,
but it turns out that was dust from the harvesting of peanuts.
That is a pretty dirty job.
I Googled "perfect autumn day" and saw a number of different opinions
about what constitutes a perfect autumn day--
from french toast for breakfast to pumpkin spice lattes
to taking long drives to see the turning leaves.
I guess the perfect autumn day is a lot like everything else--
its beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But somehow, we all know it when we see it.