October has arrived in yellow and gold leaves across our little valley. Its beautiful, and makes me wish that my friend Barb had stayed just an extra week to see the color of the Aspen trees in the ski valley. Check out below for a really quick look at my road trip to Mesa Verde with her; we got to the top of a mountain with snow!

The September plums are over, and I can’t help but miss them already. They were a vintage variety, and remind me of a poem by William Carlos Williams.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

Best Regards, Hannah