Autumn is a second spring....

When I left for Alaska the trees were just beginning to change colors. "Autumn is a second spring, when every flower is a leaf."

When I got to Alaska all the trees were bare and the air was crisp and cold.  Winter had begun.

When I made a visit to the Anchorage Temple, every thing was covered in white.

Coming home to Prescott I expected to see all the trees in red.  Instead, I found bare, empty branches.  I completely missed Fall in Prescott Valley.  So sad, but the leaves on the bushes are still changing colors.  The air is cold and brisk and winter is on it's way.