The hills are alive...

...well, dying really. However, the end of Summer brings my favorite season, of which I've spoken many times. Today I felt like Maria Von Trapp and felt the mountains beckon, and wanted to climb to the highest peak and break out into song and dancing (twirling, really). I answered the call and took a drive through the canyon and once again enjoyed the amazing Fall foliage. I've noticed that the mountains have seemed almost brown recently, and was saddened that perhaps my favorite season had ended while I was on the east coast. Not so. It seems as though they have sprouted color again just for me. I can't express the wonder I feel when I am within them. Nothing could adequately express it. Since I am not much of a photographer, I decided to add some of my photographer sister's pictures of Fall color. Check her out at: shannonhaddenphotography.blogspot.com