Living in the Woods

This weekend was one for the real colors of fall--yellows and gold and orange.  I had hoped to go into the hills again, but with my lame foot, it just isn't going to happen.  So, I've been soaking up the trees along the highway and those here in the neighborhood especially, as the sun touches everything a little more softly.  Fall is my favorite season here.  There are just so many trees!

When I first came here, I arrived at night--probably well after midnight. In fact, our car broke down on a six lane highway and we had to scramble over a concrete embankment to one of the only open buildings in the city--a hospital--to make a call for someone to come get us.  So, when I woke in the morning and looked out the window, I was amazed.
 
"You live in the woods!" I exclaimed to my boyfriend, who laughed.

And it still is the woods to me.  And the little oak floor house of ours feels like a cabin.  Really.

I finally got my leafy scarf blocked and maybe this is the first time I've actually had something finished for the season it was meant for. A definite record!

I just had to take have these shots with the leaves even though the scarf pattern doesn't show so well.

In the garden there are still a few struggling peppers and the marigolds.  My chrysanthemums have scraggled out, but these store bought ones have kept on and on and their welcome pink feels a bit refreshing after so much gold.

Lazy Day

Today is bright and warm, and the fall colors outside the window inspired me to make easy comfort food--grilled cheese and Campbell's soup.  It is a lazy kind of day.