The flowers have all frozen and died now. I should drive around and find some other pictures to take but I've only got about five days left in Denver and a lot of things I want to accomplish before I leave so I may have to root around and find pictures I took earlier this summer.
Last night was cold, not god-awful cold like we get in the Winter, but it got down to 17° which is pretty cold for this time of year. Today dawned sunny and cold, it eventually crawled up to 50° but it only stayed there about 10 minutes before it started dropping again. It's supposed to get down into the low 20s tonight so it looks like I'll have to keep my furnace running again to keep the pipes and tanks warm. Tomorrow is supposed to be considerably better but what I've gone through already makes me want to hitch up and head South.
I look back at my 30 some odd years of living in the mountains of Colorado and wonder how in the world I survived those winters, which by the way were substantially colder, and with more snow, than down here in the flatlands where Denver is.
I guess being younger had a lot to do with it, the fact that I considered winter a challenge probably helped, and maybe even loving Colorado so much that I was willing to deal with those winters just to be able to live here was a part of it.
I think of all those things being younger was the most influential because there's no way I could go out in the woods on a frozen day like today and cut a cord of firewood like I used to do on a Fall day back then.
But that's the way life goes, as we get older we simply can't do the things we used to do. I deal with that problem by telling myself I can still do what I used to do..... I just don't want to.
Most of the stalks and the flowers fell to the ground after they thawed out.
Yesterday these flowers looked pretty normal except for some snow on them. But once they thawed out there's no life left.