A week and a half ago, we were on a walk in the foothills and I took this picture.
Today the hills are covered in snow (and no, I am not going out there to take a picture!). It's possible they may have made it through the storm, but winter has made it's presence known and I am already feeling the denseness of the cold. I hang on to warm weather as long as I can in spirit and in mind because I need it to survive the shortened days and brittle winds of winter.
So here's to holding on to the last flowers of summer.
