Today I squeezed in a half-hour ride on my mental-health mustang. The gravel lane through the neighboring hollow is lined with green, gold, and brown, coordinating perfectly with my mount's russet coat. Although there are brighter bits of color here and there,
our native woods do not put on a flamboyant fall fashion show. I love it still, as I do the changing cloudscapes. Like this afternoon's sky over the winery on our road:
I intended to do a Throwback Thursday post with photos from our trip to British Columbia, but you got current photos instead. What can I say?
We're living in the present at . . .