Tuesday, November 03, 2020

And so it begins. . .


And so it begins. . . There was snow on the deck when we pulled the draperies open in early morning. A bitter north wind roared through the trees and cavorted across the roof of the little blue house in the village, dislodging frozen leaves and twigs. Frost crystals were piled up like stalagmites on the few remaining daisies in the garden.

In such weather, we need heavier gear for our morning walks, I in my tattered navy parka with its deep hood, and Beau in an eye grabbing shade of scarlet fleece.

All this is for a few days, then there will be warmer weather for the rest of the week, starting tomorrow. We will be back in lighter clobber for a while, just long enough to get used to it. After that, a return to parkas, mukluks, toques and mittens.

November is a time of whispering and rustling and crackling change, of whiskery trees rattling their bones in the wind, of frost on the roof and leaves crunching underfoot. There are balmier days now and then, but winter is on its way.

There has been nothing but cloud here for days. Oh for a little sunlight.

2 comments:

Barbara R. said...

Our cool temps this week at least have some sunshine...so I'm heading out to walk after I do my breathing treatment. It's all of 47 out now. Keep warm..and keep taking those gorgeous photos! Oh, and stay safe too!

Mystic Meandering said...

We call it "ominous November" - so much "crackling change" going on... Today is our election day here in America. We await with anticipation to see If there will be a"crackling change" - and the world waits with us... These are intense times for sure...