The light green aspen leaves have turned pure gold, and are now falling past my office window nearly continuously as I write this. There has been snow on the mountains ringing our valley but as yet it isn't lasting long, that will soon change.
Shortly thereafter there will be snow here on the valley floor and our green and gold valley will become mostly white with black trim. The mule deer which have light brown coats in summer, are now growing their winter coats which have a blackish tinge to the brown.
Our half year in Wyoming is just about over. It goes by so fast at our ages which, as you have do doubt deduced, aren't young. In a couple of days we will head south to our Nevada winter quarters, on the edge of the Mojave where the days which have been over 110 (43°C) are finally getting down into the 80s (27-30°C).
Some of the locals here envy us, and swear they'll do likewise when they retire - enjoy the pleasant summers and dodge the winters. Others claim to like the winters, and at least some of these honestly do so. Snowmobiles are not uncommon here and one house a mile from here has a four passenger enclosed snowcat that wouldn't look out of place in Antarctica.
As the snowbird saying goes, "When the snow flies, so do we."
