Autumn hasn't finished moving in...one glance down the Hollow and you'll see plenty of green mixed with the golds and oranges, and I'm not talking about the leaves on evergreen junipers or live oaks.
However, this morning Winter reminded Autumn its days are numbered in the form of a light frost...sort of a white sticky note. I'd say it's a hint of more to come, but here in the Hollow, we rarely get more than a light frost in the dead of winter anyway!
In honor of the first freeze, for my walk I pulled on the white knit cap I've had since I was three (I've never found a better one) and my mismatched stretchy gloves (navy and black, close enough!) I love the briskness on my face, as long as my ears and hands are warm.
The frost was visible in the air...my white-wispy breath drifted up, joining the glaze on the surrounding hills.
I've been in a photo slump lately - not much has changed around here, and I've already got quite a collection of wrestling dogs, autumn leaves, picturesque weeds, fence posts, and the last blooming wildflowers.
But today I climbed out of my slump; photo ops just clamored for my attention...
...sunlight glistening on the frost...
...a hang glider cruising the skies above me in the Hollow...
...and tonight, a mostly-full moon...
I hope you had plenty of fun surprises today, too.
Happy Friday!
