There's something magical about autumn here along Colorado's Front Range that makes my heart happy every single year. The green lawns tended by sprinklers begin to slow their growth, the leaves of our ash and aspen trees surrounding the house turn yellow, orange, and amber dance in the breeze (or huddle up in the winds!), and the fields surrounding our home receive their final cutting and baling offering little growth due to the shorter days. I love stepping out into those crisp morning hours...
