|Color is turning toward gold...|
|Rain on the roof...and Belle waits to get in!|
|Colors are so intense...|
|Condensation on the windows make frosted glass and prismatic light...|
I love fall...leaves are thinning, I can see deeper into our little forest; different birds are at the feeders. A fleece throw feels good in the morning, and somehow I need a candle in the window...