Autumn takes us from summer, handing us over to winter

As leaves gradually flee trees, the horizon opens up.  The western ridgeline emerges with increasing clarity, day by day:

Summer exists only in those few green leaves, waiting their turn at the bottom of denuded trees.

Meanwhile, winter gears up all around us.  It is 40 degrees (F) as I write this, one room away from the crackling of the main house fire.  And there are rumors of snowfall to come this weekend.

That ridge will beckon a little more every day, as trees become skeletal, and then the ground freezes.  When snow covers all, we will strap on snowshoes and stomp down.