AUTUMN BLAZE

It's not exactly a secret to those who know me well that I can't stand cold. Autumn, to me, is the dread precursor of Winter, a beautiful harbinger of the evil incivilities of wind, ice, snow, and rain.

I'm not completely immune to its charms, though.


Those are my knees in the foreground. I do love a good fire! And there isn't a whole lot of call for them in the Spring or Summer.