Falling Leaves

Autumn has arrived in full color. It snuck up on me this year. First, I noticed how the light was changing, lower, softer, slanting into long shadows. Then there was a chill in the evening air that ended our al fresco dinners. Finally, the leaves were quickly changing in our garden and now on the Sangre de Cristos. Shades of red and gold fluttering down, bright patches of yellow on the distant mountain.

It's almost time for socks again. Time to listen to Nat King Cole. Or Yves Montand. Time to pull out my recipes for Coq au Vin and Boeuf Bourguignon.  Time to enjoy the beauty of fall in Santa Fe.