Our fall is brief but glorious at high altitude.
For a couple weeks we live in a golden world.
Temperatures start to drop below freezing in the night.
Wildflowers and perennials go to seed.
Bushes and trees put on a show.
On early-morning walks, we wear layers.
The forest floor turns russet and amber.
Sunlight streaming through lodgepoles has a golden cast.
Each day, there is work on the property preparing for winter.
Garden ornaments are stored.
Leaves are raked.
On sunny afternoons, we sit in sunshine on the deck with mugs of coffee.
We talk of winter as leaves drift down on our shoulders.
Tourists still visit Breckenridge, but they rarely venture onto the trails behind our house.
If we do see people approaching, we veer into the forest.
Usually, we meet no one on our walks.
We're alert for bear and moose.
The bear are gorging, preparing for hibernation.
The bull moose are in rut, searching for mates.
The squirrels are busy storing food for the long winter.
Gray Jays, like little old men in overcoats, follow us as we walk.
Nothing remains the same.
We cherish this time of change.
We stay isolated, surrounded by beauty.
We enjoy the quiet.
Stay well - look for One Good Thing.
Thank You for visiting.