Here’s how you know it’s fall in our little slice of Montana heaven.
The ever-lovely Yellowstone River a few blocks from our house.
Leaves in the park.
Snowberries in a cold hand.
Oregon grape along the trail.
Measuring wingspan at Raptor Fest.
The other side of the Yellowstone River.
Finn at soccer.
Anders at soccer.
Running in the Moose Chase.
Ghost blowing in the wind.
Just four chickens. Three had to move to the country because they were too loud for our neighbors (not the “country” your parents sent your old dog, they are happy on a ranch in the Shields Valley).
Calendula still blooming in the garden.
Hardy, yummy kale!
What does autumn look like where you are?