Fall, In Our Neck Of the Woods

This is our first Fall in Idaho.

In Washington, I used to worry that the rain would knock the beautiful,

colorful leaves off my backyard trees, leaving them bald  and empty for the cold and

wispy air.

I would hurriedly gather my favorite leaves before it gets wet,and hung them up 

atop my kitchen window sill and from whence, I would say my silent prayer:

   NO FALL RAIN, please dear Lord.

Here in Idaho, there is no rain. 

but, I have no trees to wail my blithe.

I know, I can not have everything. At least, not this Fall.

delightfully happy in Idaho

                                      

love,love these gourds

 

                                                              tractor from a distance

 

the setting sun, a view from home.

neighborhood houses