Oh, sure. I love a fall full of pumpkins, bright gold trees, crisp air—all the usual stuff. But thanks to a few years spent living in southern Colorado, shiny-waxy-red chili ristras are also a sure sign of autumn in my mind. They’re not something you see around my neck of the woods, but a bright slash of red would go a long way toward keeping the grey pall of a Northwestern November at bay.
Gorgeous! I love how the gutter of the journal interacts with the ristras. And the contrast of long and short- dare I say puffball and chili ristra in the same sentence? Hell- yes: puffball chili ristras!