November…the days and nights are colder from just a few days
ago.
Glenn finally started up the wood furnace for the season; smoke gently
flows from the chimney. There is a new, yet familiar aroma in the air.
A few perennials put their energy into one last display,
diminutive as it is, before giving in to the natural cycle; the seasonal ‘sleep’ as
expected.
Buddy allows himself an afternoon nap smack dab in the
crunchy, fallen leaves of my sugar maple.
He has a great idea…but, I think I will do my napping
in the warmth of the inside of my home.
I look out onto the changing horizon of the farm as I slowly doze off.
Sweet dreams!
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