Every fall I struggle with the onset of cold weather. I don’t know if we work harder to keep warm than other people do, but it really is a long hard slog through the long winter months. And as the temperatures drop, the anticipation of that effort distracts me from the beauty that the season brings. In an effort to keep myself in the present, I can go out and take pictures of the glories of the season.
Apricot tree at the watergate.
From the garden up to the tree across the ditch.
In the corral, where there are pallets that are falling apart.
On the fence in the arroyo.
The willow umbrella is on the wall for the winter.