It's definitely fall. Last night we almost had our first hard frost. I can't believe we've been spared this long -- we're a few hundred feet above town and the lake, and we usually have frost by the 15th or so. We're still delightedly bringing in vine-ripened tomatoes. But soon ... very soon. Maybe tonight.
The mountain tops are wearing fresh new coats of snow. The mornings are nippy and even Fiona has consented to the occasional long-sleeve shirt or pair of long pants (but almost never both at the same time). And the QuadraFire woodstove has been used a few times now -- not out of necessity, really, but as a comfort, a pleasure, and a cozy welcome to fall.
Photo by Fiona