It's a funny thing... every time we arrive at a new season, I feel like it's my "favorite time of the year," which I suppose goes to show that there is great beauty in all seasons, if you're just willing to pause for long enough to notice.

It's getting colder here, but we haven't had frost yet... which is fine, as we still have tomatoes trying their best to turn red before the season is really over. It won't be long, though... I have been watching the snow level slowly descend down the mountains across the bay from us.

I am also loath so make statements of the "next year surely HAS to be better than 2020" nature, because if one thing seems to hold true it is that uncertainty rules supreme, these days. Maybe, indeed, people have gotten too secure in their feelings of calm and stability...

Lovely photos!