The zucchini plants bit the dust Sunday night. That's what a good freeze will do for you.
Poor babies. Their dreams of conquest, regional or even world domination, are now just a mushy pile of leaves.
Further out on the Western Slope, the mountains got a good foot of snow. For us flatlanders, though, it's sunshine during the day and cold at night. However, we 'may' get some snow Thursday. I always get a bit nervous when the weather people are dithering. The mountains usually do one of two things with a storm: either they protect us from the worst of it. Or they hold the bad weather in even longer. Generally the weather experts don't know which will actually happen --
Until it does.
Our beautiful fall leaves are largely gone, thanks to some horrendous wind, which rocked the trailer badly. (We've talking 45-65 mph here.) The Brick grew up in a hurricane-prone part of North Carolina; it didn't bother him. While he snored peacefully, I was trying hard not to be frightened. By the time I relaxed and fell asleep, most of the trees and all of the brush were stripped bare.
Ah well.
The hunters saw an incredible amount of beautiful fall leaves this year -- far more than we usually have by now. Here's a sampling of their adventures near the Meeker area. (Thanks to Friend Tommy, for cheerfully agreeing to let me publish their photos. You may borrow these, only with my permission.)
More soon.
The guys, from left to right: Tommy, John, Chris...and the Brick.
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