Fall in The last Frontier . . . all too soon . . . all too short. Time to throw another log in the fireplace; hitch up the snow plow to the 4-wheeler; and wax up the skis as our longest, 19-shades-of-white, season descends upon us. Causes my ever wandering mind to ponder such esoteric questions as . . .
What season of life’s journey am I in? Pretty sure it’s not Spring 🙂
Will there be seasons in Heaven? Skiing? Cloud surfing? 🙂
Here’s a few harbinger of Fall pics of our shortest, and my favorite, season way up here . . . does that imply I’m about to enter the Fall season of my life? Who just said, “More like Winter’s end dude!” 🙂
Be Blessed, and . . .
Keep Looking Up,