an indian summer

For a few days, we had an Indian summer. The cold was hurried out by a wave of warm, and we pulled off our sweatshirts and ran around in t-shirts again to better enjoy it. Up in the mountains we found the trees in a riot of color, and hiked up to the cross that stands as a beacon to the plateau. We reached the top of the rock, and looked down into the plain at Mulhouse, up to the Haut Koenigsbourg, down to Basel, and across at the Black Forest. What I love about looking at European vistas, is that in each and every village, there is church steeple rising above the rest of roofs. It's reassuring somehow. The familiarity.
Fall in all her glory, is, I think, on her last legs here, but she has been good to us.
We have some fun things planned for this weekend, what about you?