High country

Squirrels skitter from tree top to tree top cutting and gathering pine cones, stashing them for the cold weather and deep snow. Stopping ever so briefly to scold any and all who would get in their way.

 

Cold, frost bitten nights ~ bring a slow, nearly undetected change to the forest. Aspen leaves slowly fade from green to gold and whisper tales of weather to come before silently floating to the ground.

 

    

Fall~ a time when change is in the air.  A time to gather and prepare for the unknown of the season ahead.