Changing of the season
It is a grey day, a damp day, an end of summer day in the Springs. Soon it will be time to turn up the thermostat just a little, close the doors to warm sunshine, and bring in the moveable garden plants. I will break out the warm wool socks for the sake of my chilly toes. The leaves on the big maple off the deck will go from green to gold, and the winds will make a golden blanket beneath the bare branches. All through the neighborhoods and up in the mountains, native aspens and oaks, and... Sign in to see full entry.