Just like me the roses in the flower garden have more past than future and look more like old lace than velvet.
It looks like Fall has come to Denver. A few leaves are changing but mostly it's the chill in the air. We still have a lot of warm days ahead with highs in the 70s but because of the 40s at night it will be a lot cooler than it's been.
When the high temperature for the day in Denver is forecast to be 75 that means that it's going to be 75 for an hour or two, but before and after that its probably going to be in the 60s.
I remember in the South when the high temperature was supposed to be 85 degrees it would be about 85 degrees for most of the day. But the mountains are different, temperatures can vary widely during the course of the day and Fall is a good time to watch that happen.
Fall was always my favorite time of year when I lived in the mountains. The Aspen trees would be turning yellow, the temperatures would be bracing, and the humidity would be so low that even at 40 degrees I only needed a long sleeve shirt to stay comfortable.
When I heated my home with wood Fall was the time when I had to get serious about the size of my woodpile. I would burn anywhere from 4 to 6 cords of wood a winter and every stick of it I had to cut with a chainsaw and split by hand.
I never liked splitting wood, and even today count that as one of the many reasons my back gives me so much trouble. I didn't much mind cutting the trees or sawing the pieces to the size blocks that would fit in my wood stoves, but I sho nuff hated splitting those blocks.
I would usually spend a couple of hours splitting wood after I came home from work. Splitting wood with a splitting maul is tiresome work so I tried to do it a little bit at a time. after work was the only time I had available because my weekends were usually spent cutting the trees.
So when the leaves are changing and there's a chill in the air I think back to the good times I had in the Fall like walking through an Aspen Grove with a couple of inches of snow on the ground and the sun shining through the yellow leaves and sparkling on the snow like diamonds. Or walking through the dark timber following Elk tracks in the snow during the Fall hunting season.
But sometimes if I'm not paying attention my mind will slither back to a time when I would be standing in a foot of snow swinging a splitting maul at the few remaining blocks of wood that were still round thinking to myself how nice it would be if I was well-off enough to buy a hydraulic wood splitter so that I didn't have to do this every afternoon, not realizing at the time that if you're well-off you don't have to heat your house with wood.
The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder, and the roses are in their final days.