Fickle fall weather never fails to get me when I'm not looking. We actuallly got some snow in the higher elevations today and a dusting down here in the valley. I say "actually" but it isn't abnormal at all for this time of year where I live. The weather can change on a dime. That's why I never can figure out why the first major change of weather from Fall to winter-like is such a blow.
Even so, fall is my favorite time of year. Maybe because it's so bittersweet. I've always been a sucker for that kind of emotion. Everything gets so bright and intense like it's saying "look at me, look at me! I'm leaving soon but don't forget me!"
The garden was put to bed a few days ago, more tomatoes on the ground than we harvested all summer. But that's typical too, our growing season is short.
I'm glad to have gotten in one more camp trip with the horses last week. I'm betting the canyon where we rode and camped is a winter freaking wonderland now. I'm happy to report that the horses stayed where they belonged in camp this time. I wanted to be extra safe so I bought new rope for the highline, even though nothing was wrong with the old, it was just, well, old. The first night I heard a lot of hoof-pounding ruckus and there was the gelding sittin' like a dog with his back foot up over the leadrope. He had sort of hogtied himself. The new rope stretched like a rubberband. Once that was dealt with the rest of the trip went smooth as silk. We all agreed we'd never seen better fall colors. Alot more than our usual yellows and golds.
So for now I'll keep those colors bright in my mind. That'll have to do.
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