Fall is here in the Arizona mountains. The cool morning air smells faintly of piñon smoke left over from evening fires.
The chili roaster is tumbling down at the little local grocery, producing baskets of lovely, soft charred green chilis.
Ponderosa Pines are beginning to shed some brown needles and fields are brimming with bright yellow wildflowers.
Maximilian Sunflowers line the roadways. They are tall this year which means, according to local legend, that our snow piles will be tall too.
Squirrels are getting busier as they rush off with peanuts and sunflower seeds to hide away for the winter.
The Humming Birds have left, and the Robins. Even the golfers are leaving, along with the thousands of people who spend their summers here in our mountain paradise to escape the scorching desert heat.
Peaceful silence will descend upon our town as we hardy year-round residents retreat from our porches, gardens, and decks and take to our homes in preparation for winter snow.