Walk at Dusk

The past few weeks have been damp and cool. The rain stopped today for a few hours, so I headed outside for a walk.

A tree in my front yard is beginning to drop its wine-colored foliage.

The birch leaves, way up high, are starting to turn yellow . . . 

. . . while the ground cover, way down low, is reddening.

I could see my breath as I walked. September. Wet, cold weather . . . 

. . . warm, cuddly house.

Dinner last night: sweet and sour shortribs, fried rice