November

It was “leaf day” at our household this Saturday. Everyone worked on getting a couple acres worth of property cleared of leaves. Since we have a sort of savannah, trees interspersed among the grassed yard, that means we can’t just let the leaves sit all winter; they blow everywhere in the winter winds, anyway. It…

The weatherman tells me I can expect an end to the lovely Indian Summer we have had. Is it coincidental that it comes over the Thanksgiving holiday and remains just almost until the end of this November? Is that how the first Thanksgiving was enjoyed? With unexpected warmth, and delicious promises that held no inkling…

Early this morning was a fog-filled atmosphere with everything covered in hoarfrost. All the trees layered with rime and every filament of grasses and beiged dormant plants were given the look of finely tatted lace. Later, I thought – “is that rain?” with the unmistakable sound, but the sight of intense blue sky gave doubt…