It was just a couple of mornings ago as I was walking my two Golden Retrievers Kloe and Koda (“the girls”) that I got that familiar Fall vibe. Although still technically Summer, Fall is definitely in the air, in the sky, and in my psyche. The sun sits lower in the sky during the afternoons. There is a hint of color changes on the trees. That familiar circle of life will soon have the leaves of the majestic Black Oaks turning bright gold and soon after gracefully floating to the ground. Similar transformation will occur with the Dogwood Trees and smaller shrubs. They shine so brightly during Spring and Summer! And then they shed their color and leaves and wait for the next cycle to come around. Mother Nature is one reliable gal!
These beautiful foothills are certainly not unique in their beauty and grace this time of year. To some they may just be another pin drop on a map. Or maybe just a place to pass through on their way to somewhere else. But for me these Sierra Nevada foothills are a dream come true. A dream of living in a smaller and more intimate community surrounded by nature. The Golden K is part of the foothills and I am part of The Golden K. So while not unique it is pretty darn special and I don’t take it for granted.
Cool down and slow down…
Now as I step into Fall I find myself looking forward to colder days, wood fires, comfort food, and hunkering down. My early morning walks with the girls will be colder and along the way we’ll be treated to familiar wafts of smoke from wood stoves floating along our path. Evenings with Holly on the deck or out in the yard will require jackets and/or an outdoor heater. Better yet, how about we light a fire, read a good book, and perhaps dip into a little glass of warm brandy. My work as a Realtor goes on during winter although it does slow down as the holidays approach. That slow down provides more time for hunkering down with those I love the most – Holly and the girls. And there’s nothing better than waking up on a snow day with nowhere to go and all day to get there.
So yeah, that Fall vibe is in the air up here in the foothills. As I do each year I promise to embrace Fall knowing it’s not the end but just another pass through the circle of life. That circle prevails and the leaves and colors will re-emerge come Spring as we do it all over again.
That’s life in the foothills and that’s my romantic perspective of life at 3100 feet.