Colors

While my haunts in eastern (or to be more precise North Central) Washington don't quite look like this, yet, the leaves are slowly changing.

That light through the poplars and aspens is gorgeous.  Nothing like it.  

There is a warmth of the colors in Autumn.  I absorb it, can it, store it.  I find myself internally getting ready for winter.  And battening down the hatches.  Draining the dog kiddie pool.  Bringing in wood for the fireplace.  Finding a fleece blanket for Murphy since this will be the first winter she will sleep downstairs.

The colors are the hint of colder days to come.

Murphy's day.