I think this last weekend was the last of the beautiful fall weather for this year. Saturday was truly an Indian Summer day, with temps in the mid 60's and a lovely warm breeze. I managed to sneak in a short hike between dropping Daisy off at the theater to get ready for closing night production and rushing home to make taco dip for the cast party.
Sunday was the last of the yard work, a pot of soup and a bonfire with good friends and draft beer.
These days are what we live for here on the North Coast. They are filled with college football, garden work, bonfires, clam bakes and the smell of fallen leaves. They give us one last, crisp taste of apple cider before we have to settle for a long winter of hot tea and snowbound nights.
Farewell, autumn, with your amber eyes and your sun-kissed skin. Hello, Winter, wrapped in blue and white. I hope your touch is gentle this year.