11.9.15 Here, from gold to bronze

     Back across the street on the range this morning, all the Beech leaves had turned, from gold to bronze. You couldn't see your feet  (or paws) in the deep fallen leaves.

     As the forest slowly sheds it's garments. From the house, slowly you can see in three directions, far off into Chicopee, across the river down into Northampton, whose lights flicker and blaze through the forest at night, the Connecticut below shimmering from now til Spring, when the leaves unfurl once again.

     At our back? The Mt. Holyoke Range, tall, dark and handsome as all rural get-out.