While everyone is usually complaining "summers over!", I soak up this time of year. The days are still warm, while the nights are cool and sleepable. There's that bit of crispness in the air in the mornings. The leaves are starting to get that lovely rustle to them as they prepare their journey to the earth to enrich our soil. The wonderful colors are coming.
This is the time of year I take off. Everyone has jammed their holidays into August, and the backroads are quiet. Its my time to book off a couple weeks and spend my mornings on my trusty steed while its cool for the both of us. Trips up the mountain are rewarded with a visual you don't get in any other season. The bright yellows and oranges of the maples against the backdrop of green firs. The smell in the air that just says fall is coming. Ahhhh, yes, September, I have missed you.
This is the time of year I take off. Everyone has jammed their holidays into August, and the backroads are quiet. Its my time to book off a couple weeks and spend my mornings on my trusty steed while its cool for the both of us. Trips up the mountain are rewarded with a visual you don't get in any other season. The bright yellows and oranges of the maples against the backdrop of green firs. The smell in the air that just says fall is coming. Ahhhh, yes, September, I have missed you.