Yep, I’m missing it. I didn’t last year…not in the least. Only too glad to get out of the cold weather, I left before the fall set into the Rockies where I’ve spend most of my life.
I’m missing the change of the seasons. The turning, not towards death, but towards something yet unknown, yet unborn…
A patchwork quilt of red-orange Gamble oaks sprinkled with brilliant pockets of sparkling yellow aspens and deep, dark green Ponderosa pines set against the ancient, weathered gray granite peaks stretching into the clear deep blue depths of endless Colorado sky.
Sun ripened peaches dripping sweet nectar for pies, cobbler and peach mead.
Chili peppers roasting in great open mesh barrels where blackened skin cracks to reveal thick, glistening green flesh for stuffing with creamy white cheese.
The thick resinous aroma of juniper and pine crackling in the fireplace to ward off the night chill.