The last few days have been warm enough for open windows and bare feet. The yard looks like winter, but the sky looks like summer.
Warm wind rattles through bare branches and ripples over a raveled carpet of leaves. Migrating birds gather in restless flocks, and I wonder if they regret flying south too soon.
Or maybe the birds know best. After all, the calendar insists that December is here, even if the sky doesn’t agree.
Love that last photo, Rae! It’s been warm here too, although gray, with most precipitation falling as a rain/snow/slush mix. We’re supposed to get freezing rain overnight into tomorrow. I miss the sun!
Thank you! I’ve enjoyed the sunshine, even though I was hoping for a very cold winter. I’m afraid another mild winter might mean even more black widow spiders, next year…