Usually, we don’t get snow up here until December.
Usually, we don’t get snow up here until December.
I think I’m going to stop here.
Another overcast day; the evenings the temperature has been down around freezing, and it’s 50 during the daytime. This is my favorite time of year since I am neither hot nor cold – I’m usually active enough to stay warm or I’m wrapped up in a big polartec bathrobe.
Last night it rained off and on all night. The entire night, was the “drip… drip…” sound of water on the metal roof.
A bright morning. Something died; the vultures are wheeling over the back of the tree-line and they are upsetting the nest of crows that live back there. There is “caw”ing going on.
Today I’m including a bonus photo of the maples at the back of my yard, where the old horse barn used to stand.
There was pea soup fog this morning, which burned off by 10am.
This one is in focus. In fact, it looks extra sharp and crispy.
This is what happens when you take a picture with your glasses off.
Rainy this morning, so all the colors are muted. There was no frost last night, but my elm tree near the house dropped all its leaves at once, as if it had sneezed.