This Labor Day weekend, Mari and I went to the mountains to relax. On late Sunday we had an afternoon thunder storm. We watched the golfers run off the course for fear of getting stuck by lighting. However, an hour later, the skies cleared as did the golf course. So Mari and I walked out to the golf
course and played four holes under the dramatic sky. Huge white, grey and black clouds crept over the ski slopes and every once in a while the crackle of thunder would echo through the fairway. We played until the sun had settled behind the mountains, leaving only a pink, orange, and red glow on the
horizon. The air was crisp, announcing that indeed Fall had arrived. When we made it back down the back side of the golf course toward Sweet Sienna, we could see the twinkling lights from our deck. There was a wisp of smoke coming from out of the chimney, and everything about that home whispered love, warmth and peace. Here are some recent photos.
This Labor Day weekend, Mari and I went to the mountains to relax. On late Sunday we had an afternoon thunder storm. We watched the golfers run off the course for fear of getting stuck by lighting. However, an hour later, the skies cleared as did the golf course. So Mari and I walked out to the golf 
course and played four holes under the dramatic sky. Huge white, grey and black clouds crept over the ski slopes and every once in a while the crackle of thunder would echo through the fairway. We played until the sun had settled behind the mountains, leaving only a pink, orange, and red glow on the 
horizon. The air was crisp, announcing that indeed Fall had arrived. When we made it back down the back side of the golf course toward Sweet Sienna, we could see the twinkling lights from our deck. There was a wisp of smoke coming from out of the chimney, and everything about that home whispered love, warmth and peace. Here are some recent photos.
