The end of November

Today is the last day of November. The 30th. It seems like the year has gone by so fast, and yet perilously slow as caution and quarantine take priority.

November 30 - 2020

The weather has finally turned. What was a comfortable temperature in the low to mid fifties, is now in the mid to low thirties, raining and forecasts of the first snow that will slow down traffic and cause a little havoc on the roads and highways.

For the most part, the flowerbeds have been cleaned. The hydrangea have been cut back and hostas trimmed of their wilting leaves. It is hibernation time for the plants, and feels the same within the house.

It is a curious time going into winter. Outside activities are being replaced with indoors. Daylight is dwindling still, and yet only three weeks remain before this globe of ours starts its path around the sun to a place when a minute here and there of daylight will be added to our days. I am already anxious for that.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Autumn

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Of the four seasons, I like Autumn the best. The temperatures are brisk in the morning and mild in the afternoon. The colors are vibrant. The dwarf burning bushes let you know they are in the prime of the season.

Brent

Leaves on a spring-fed pool of water

The drought continues, nearly six inches behind normal, and the streams are drying up except for those fed by a spring somewhere above the pool. Autumn leaves caress the surface, fallen from high above, the end of life as a leaf and soon to be compost.

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Brent

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