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 -- 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 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.

Stuart, the elm

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