Taking A Risk

I may be posting photos of what every other Colorado blogger is posting this week.

But I have to.  This year the aspens are mighty pretty.  Or at least they were last Sunday, when The Guy and I loaded up into the mighty Nissan once again and traveled back into the hills.  Or along the Peak to Peak highway between Estes and Nederland, at least.

How is it that today is the first day of fall?  Where did summer go?  Of course, when I look back, I see all that I did this summer, and recognized where the time went, but oh my!  It does seem to fly by.

I am getting a few tomatoes every few days. And they taste wonderfully, too, but it's interesting.  This year I have something eating on the fruit of my vines, as it were, on the ripe tomatoes.  Sort of looks like the work of slugs, which is interesting, because slugs aren't really a problem in this arid climate.  One year I had white flies.  Most years, not a pest at all.  Also, this year the grasshoppers are scourge like.  Well, not really scourge like...not like in the Bible or anything...but there are lots of them.

I have started knitting on Christmas gifts.  Actually I started while on the South Dakota trip.  (Kate, we did not stop at Cosmo's, but managed to see much else of what the area offered.)  Pretty fair planning to start mid-September.  Let's see if the momentum continues.  Let's see if I can keep the secretz!

And I am closing in on my bike miles goal. Still have a few left so not claiming victory. I rode home in the rain yesterday, but I am neither sweet enough nor evil enough to melt when wetted.  It was pretty neat, though, smelling the dampness of the dried grasses and leaves...very....fall-like....

So there are my fall colors, my bright spot in the slipping by year.  Christmas knitting momentum?  Holy cow!  I only have 3 months...