In November the Methow Valley turns gray. It is still, silent. Nothing moves. The trees, having lost their golden crowns, are stark outlines against a leaden sky. Driving back from town I see cows standing motionless in a field. They seem to be frozen.
Did you see that news item about the 16-year-old can of soup found in the back of a refrigerator at the Chicago EPA office? I can beat that. The other day, while sorting though a box we’ve been storing for a grown son, I came across a Milky Way candy bar with a sell-by date of 1985.
I was at a Methow Valley fundraiser recently and talking over cocktails with a well dressed woman who dismissively described another guest as “the type who reuses plastic sandwich bags.”
Fall is in the air in the Methow Valley. Aspens and cottonwoods are dropping leaves; people are cleaning their chimneys and talking ski. They’re getting serious about accumulating firewood and feeling the urge to make a big pot of chili.
In school district 350, which includes Mazama, Winthrop, Twisp and Carlton, there are about 1,700 households. There are also approximately 170 organizations in need of money. It’s always for a good cause, and everybody tries to pitch in, but how many spaghetti dinners and silent auctions can anyone attend? That’s what we ask each other.