It's a daily celebration

Before I forget (again), I need to let you know that I can't comment on some blogs anymore. I encounter a drop-down window with only one option – "Google Account;" the second option ("Select profile") is grayed out. If I leave a comment in the box and hit "publish," it says it's publishing but my comment never appears. Others are leaving comments successfully, and I can comment successfully on SOME blogs, so I don't know what's up or what to do. Just know that if I usually comment on your blog and no longer do, I'm still reading and enjoying your posts! Maybe Blogger has the flu and things will improve as it recovers – ha!

ANYhoo, Blogger issues can't dampen my enthusiasm for FALL! The light, the colors, the temperature all make my soul sing. Here is the golden afternoon light in the valley yesterday afternoon,

and here is the golden light breaking through the clouds this morning:

And here is my golden-eyed buddy, nearly always by my side:

I worked in town today (because yesterday was a bank holiday), and the row of trees outside my office was just stunning.

The first place we owned in Oregon had sweetgums lining both sides of the long, gravel driveway; I do NOT miss having to rake all those leaves!

On the way home I snapped this photo of one of the three wineries on our side of the hill:

The grass has recovered a bit from the trampling by tractor and manure spreader, so I turned the girls out this afternoon:

The new geranium I purchased in the spring struggled to survive through the summer; deer seemed to snack on it regularly. But the changing weather has revived it (and the calibrachoa in the same planter), and it's flowering again.

Inside, the sixth bud on my orchid stem is finally opening:

Let's tune in to the Chuckie Channel for a moment. He doesn't seem to be a fan of rain (this is his first wet season, after all), so he's been sticking closer to the barn.

But late tonight he serenaded us from the deck, and when that didn't get him the desired attention (because I was blogging, Brian was doing homework, and Rick was turning wood), he started climbing the window screen! (I tossed something at the glass to dissuade him of that notion.) It's hard to leave the lover boy outside, but he has a job, a barn . . . and personal hygiene issues. 😏

That's it for today from . . .