. . . it's Fall!
Tomorrow we welcome the Autumn equinox, and my yard is already plunging ahead into the new season. It seems the Amer Maples like to jump in first with their shocking reds, and those who favor firey oranges follow right behind. Next the whole creek bed of Cottonwoods will erupt in a sea of bright yellows and deep ambers. Then the aspens with their quaking golds will be some of the last to turn, followed by the Willow holdouts. Those willows are true Summer lovers, always the first to leaf out and the last to give up the ghost.
The nights are cold but we're still sleeping with the windows open. The owls have been hooting up a gray storm every night. I snuggle under the blankets, close my eyes and let their deep voices lull me to sleep.
Thus begins my favorite season. I hope it lingers and lingers.