À la Recherche du temps perdu . . .

 

I took what is becoming an annual tradition for me, a late-October stroll around Missoula to catch the leaves.  Incredible carpets of leaves throughout the University Area.  

For me, fall is a time that inspires reflection.  A "Remembrance of Things Past."

It's Official . . . Fall Has Come to Northwest Montana

This past week my forced air heater and vented fireplace were serviced, the sprinkler system was blown out and shut down, and I flirted with re-water-sealing my decks. 

It rained all day yesterday - a steady gray drizzle that hinted at things to come.  Folks were holed up at the coffee house where I work (while searching for my perfect library job), sipping hot concoctions and greeting one another with bonhomie.  Cozy, comforting and familiar.  It's autumn in the Flathead.