If you've never experienced wine country in autumn, it's a real treat. A last, lovely burst of color before the leaves fall to the ground, the vines go dormant and wait patiently for spring, when it's their time to start the whole cycle again.
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
I don't always want to, and it usually takes me weeks to do, but after a large fire I often drive through the lost neighborhoods. It's ugly, and makes me very sad, yet I've found that after witnessing this level of loss and damage, it's impossible to not feel an immense amount of gratitude for all of the blessings in my life. I believe that blessings aren't blessings unless we recognize them. And this is one of my ways of doing that.
"When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around"
I had just finished a hike with a good friend of mine. We were sitting down, enjoying the sunshine and drinking a beer, when my friend spotted a coyote moving through the vineyard in front of us. He told me which direction it was moving so that I could track it down and hopefully get a photo. This coyote was pretty skittish, which didn't allow for many photos, but I was able to get this one before it scampered off. I promise you, if you spend time in nature, and surround yourself with wonderful people, good things and opportunities will begin to emerge.
"Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy."