Falling for Fall. All Over Again

It seems that every September I fall in love all over again. With fall. The exquisite colors and smells, the unpredictable weather, holds me rapturous for a brief but blissful time each year. The shortness of the season seems to heighten the senses and the intensity of the experience. Knowing that I have but a few weeks to soak it all in, I take every opportunity to do so. If there is a better way to spend a day than wandering through an aspen forest, dappled sunlight shimmering through the golden quakies, I don’t know it. The crunch of leaves underfoot, a ripe and musty smell rising from the vibrant undergrowth, a breeze blowing soft and warm one minute, turning to a cold downdraft from the snow-dusted peaks the next, the mountains are preparing to sleep. And I can’t get enough of it. Here are some pictures of my weekend of romance with autumn.

Tikka likes to get out as much as I do. Chasing chipmunks and searching for water are her priorities though.