Seasons

We left town for a few days over Labor Day and when we arrived home the grasses were dead and brown, and the trees on the mountains were bright red and yellow. Now even the trees are gone. Before I even got a photo. The aspens will take over in their brilliant yellow-ness and signal the end of Fall. And it’s September.

Is it that much earlier this year? I think it’s going to be a cold winter. We’ve had birds on the flyway stopping by for a few days to feed before going south for weeks. We rarely see, but sometimes hear our local crane family of two adults and one colt. I hope the colt is ready to fly south, they’ve already lost one.

We miss our friends, the large cranes, but they’ll be back in the Spring. In the meantime we may see other wildlife as elk or moose, coyote and fox, and skunk. The seasons rule our lives in other ways, with longtime residents, and many “guests,” especially in top ski season. It’s an interesting place to live and it has been wonderful to have spent this time here in the mountains.

Once we get our super-duper snow tires on our two AWD vehicles we can go practically anywhere. Now, learning to ski is on the list. If we stay, also cross-country and snowshoe. We’ll see. Say goodbye now or wait two months ’til there’s enough snow. Cheers, Dee