Taos, New Mexico has been a favored travel destination for a very long time. The magic has not faded over the span of many years, and our recent visit confirmed it. The “land of enchantment” is still enchanting.

We have tried all seasons, but for me autumn is the best. The colors are vibrant, the weather clear and crisp and the air is fragrant with pinon pine. We took an afternoon drive along the Rio Grande River from Espanola to Chimayo and the river was lined with bright colors in the cotton woods and willows.

The aspen rimming the tall peaks of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains had dropped their leaves and bright color in most areas, but the river bottoms held on to their glory.

Winter seems like a distant reality when the sun is warm on your face and no coats required. Not certain Wyoming was quite so balmy on this day.

The village of Truchas seems to sleep in the foothills of these majestic mountains.

Many flowers were still putting on a show, which means Jack Frost has not yet arrived.

We sat on a bench in the square in Taos and the dew drops on this leaf were exquisite. So was the coffee.

We rambled through the shops in Taos and couldn’t resist capturing a courtyard with many roses blooming.

Our residence sits on a hilltop with unobstructed views through the windows of Taos Mountain and the valley below. It is a short drive into town and we enjoy the peace and quiet. We have been guests of the owners of the house and their Bed and Breakfast formerly known as the Hacienda del Sol on many occasions and feel fortunate that they allow us to have our companion Maud along for the experience.