Although my neighbor’s ash tree has turned a brilliant shade of yellow, from my perch here on the front porch it is very hard to believe that it is fall. It sure doesn’t feel like fall. . .
But fall IS arriving, even here, and I heard on the radio that this should be the peak weekend for fall colors up along the North Shore. It’s hard to believe that it will be even more beautiful up there this weekend than it was two weeks ago — so perhaps they are wrong. You can decide for yourself:
At Ken & Hazel’s (September 22)
Out Amidst the Trees (September 23)
We stop by the lodge on our way back to the cabin. There don’t seem to be any geologists in the bar, but we had put a bottle of champagne on ice before leaving on our hike, so the geologists can have the bar. (Today is our wedding anniversary and we came prepared.) As I anticipated, the restaurant manager loans us a couple of champagne glasses to take back to our cabin.
It is dusk now. Outside the window the birds are making their final, nervous, forays to the feeder as the darkness falls. Inside, Lane pours the champagne, lights a match to the logs waiting in the fireplace and we settle in to relax until dinner.
Life in the northwoods at its very best.
Happy anniversary, dear!