Dear Beverly
Night time temperatures are dipping ever lower here in the mountains. Although a smattering of color still clings to the trees the once spectacular canopy of color now mostly lays on the ground – a crisp brown reminder of its former glory.
Autumn is one of my four favorite times of year. I play no favorites – I love them all. I love the drama of seasonal change as well – yes even the squishy muck of early spring.
Soon all will give way to snow. Bring it on. Im ready.
