Autumn was always my favorite season. September meant the opening of the New Mexico State Fair; you couldn't drive by a grocery store or farmers' market without the smell of roasting green chile filling the air and I would prepare to makemy first pot of green chile stew of the season. October meant the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta. I knew if I was inside and heard a Whooosshhh, I could go outside and there would be a hot air balloon drifting over my house--and it doesn't matter how often you've experienced Balloon Fiesta or how old you are, you become a child! Dancing and waving at the pilot and his passengers! Then, November meant one of my favorite events: The Flight of the Cranes at the Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge where hundreds of Sandhill Cranes (and used to be Whooping Cranes) fly over and land in the fields in the Refuge, or, well, any open field along the Rio Grande Valley. But it wasn't just cranes. It'd be snow geese, ross geese, red tailed hawks, golden eagles, bald eagles. And the occasional deer! Anyway, This photo is one of the many, many, many I've taken of the Bosque del Apache, no critters visable.
But the absolute BEST part of Fall, iused to be cooling temperatures!
That was before NM became the bowels of Hell. Cooled off?!?!?!? Oh, yeah! It's only 00 degrees F, rather than 106 degrees!
No, wait! It is only going to be 90 today. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!