The sound of chainsaws announces the loss of another old pecan tree, this time in Jan's yard. It's a sad day watching another one go down, one that has towered over Jan's house for years longer than we've been here on Ogden Lane.
Meanwhile, Curran's roof across the street is badly damaged with repair work ongoing from the short but mighty storm in August.
Jan had her arborist check out my tree, my one big tree in all the yard, and he pronounced it safe to stay for a while but in need of trimming.
Fall announces itself with so much beautiful drama north and east of us. From New England all the way to North Georgia and the Appalachian Trail, the leaf changing season can't be captured in its full beauty in photographs.
Same with Durango, but Will called late last night to tell me a funny story, then he sent me photographs of their bike rides and hikes through changing aspens. It was as close to a real visit as you can get--hearing the commentary of every field of aspens, riding mountain bikes with friends...
One of whom told them this story: about a year ago her then-9-year-old told her he was gay. She accepted that fact, just told him it might be too soon to know for sure, give it a while and if you are, that's fine.
When he met Elena, he announced to his mom that he was no longer gay!
He started sending Elena texts telling her he had a crush on her. She said, "That won't work out because I'm fourteen and you're ten."
"But," he said, "Next year I'll be eleven."
"Next year I'll be fifteen," she said. Oh yeah, he said. So now he no longer has a crush on Elena--maybe he's back to gay?
Here are some photos of Colorado in the fall:
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| Silverton is the town down below |
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