November 1, what happened? This year came in so slow and went out so fast. I have drained the hoses and rolled them up. The faucets are covered from the freeze,
It seems like yesterday when I saw tiny bits of green appear. Then buds and blooms, robins chirping and pecking the earth. And, oh yes, the sweet smell of fresh cut lawn.
Now it is cold and dark before I reach home. Another dreary winter, the long evenings never seem to end. We have afghans, quilts and electric blankets, but no featherbeds to sink into. I am not a bear, I do not hibernate, I must endure this once again.
Enough, I have pecans to pick up, the squirrels are hungry, I will leave plenty for them.