As the days grow shorter and the crisp mornings remind you that summer is past...I find myself feeling a bit of remorse mixed with delight as the season changes.
Often we are asked...what is our favorite season?
I think I just like the anticipation of the change itself...as they all have something so unique and wonderful to offer...and make life
whiz by..don't you think?
Last night we had a wonderful summertime like thunderstorm that made me realize in another way..that summer is past and those kind of storms will soon bring snow and cold...which is so very beautiful as well...
as I strolled through the back yard yesterday, I realize that this time of year
seems to be filled
bark, stone, crunchy leaves, sticks and that last bit of green hanging on and waiting for that first freeze just around the corner.
The sky is so vivid blue and clear with just a hint of pinon floating about
which reminds me...I probably should be bringing up the firewood instead of taking pictures in the garden...