A photo from the trip in October along the coasts of Oregon and California. On a winding road along the way, we stopped to turn in at the sign for a waterfall. What we found was water and woods dripping in moss.
November 3rd and 72 degrees here. Full sun, lovely breezes. Great weather for walking. "Golden days," my mother used to call these types of days. I want to be outside all day. I know that colder, gray days are coming, so I yearn to store up all the warmth and color I can.
First of November: a beautiful, sunny, windy, fall day. Spent the afternoon cleaning out the garden pots, putting away the patio table, battening down the hatches. I tried to drink in every moment, storing the memory of this light away for a January day that I might need it. After I'd come in, I still wasn't satisfied, so Willy and I took a long walk to Lindberg Park and back. Tomorrow, we are off to Ryerson Woods. I hope the weather holds.