Dove gray and drippy skies could not stop us. It’s a stay-at-home weekend but I wanted at least a walk in the woods. So we headed into our forest. The colors this fall have amazed us. Such a mixed variety of trees and shrubs means nearly every day brings a change. We’ve been watching the transformations for 2 months and it’s not over.
Neighbor's maple glows red, southeast from our balcony Oct. 16
Neighbor's tree glows gold, southwest from our balcony Oct. 22
Our forest, northeast from our back window Nov. 7
Our forest Nov. 6
We kept heading uphill until there was no more up to be had. Then we circled (by mistake) the top. As we found our path homeward, we heard it. Across a valley from the next hillside: a gently played alpenhorn. With its quiet music accompanying us, we made our way down. It was like a gnome-home, fairy-forest landscape with the perfect Swiss soundtrack.
Just for contrast, as we passed a shop near our apartment, we heard Hank Williams singing “Move It On Over”. Such a small world.