Fall

The view out the front is of the carport, a small portion of the street and an arbor vitae, an evergreen shrub. Not very exciting.

The view out the back offers a little more. It is, after all, an urban environ. You don't get much.

The view as you pass by...

Remnants of the last bouquet from Trader Joe's. It's an urban benefit: cut flowers; and cheap too.

At the bottom are boxes that rode atop Phoebe. Someday I'll empty them.

Pausing, leaves from the elm and two cottonwoods. They're a nuisance to the neighbors to the west; he suffers. In the summer it's 10 degrees cooler back here.

I really like the grasses. Michelle said there are seven or eight different kinds. We mow it in the spring and then just leave it. It's a little bit of "the wild."

Leaning against the wall is a memento from my days in the Yukon with Jozien. It was buried under years of woods detritus. I think it's from a late 30s or early 40s truck.

The large mesquite tree in front of the neighbors house is like a thermometer of the seasons. Its changes signal their passing.