Sunday, November 3, 2019

MANY TRICKS, BUT DAD IS MY TREAT

The week started as slow as these newborn snails wandering the barn door. Mornings still lit up with glorious late autumn sunrises. Lots of leaves to gather and drag. Normal stuff.





Then BAM! The morning of the 31st brought a howling storm. Rain pelted sideways. Jack O' Lantern waited in the wet but he got exactly zero visitors (no surprise!). And overnight the first blizzard of the season. Talk about frost on the pumpkin...





Instant winter beauty but the hill is now treacherous. More leaves to clear before the car can creep/slip down. Calendar-worthy scenes in every direction.






But much of nature got tricked too. Turkeys huddled, clucking about where to roost tonight. A robin, red breast even though out-of-focus, realized it was late going south. Clumps of pears can now make specialty ice wine. And purple nanny berries are stuck till spring.





Red hollyhocks have bloomed very late but very welcome. Like the rest of us, they experienced a range of +28C to 0C within a couple of days. How long can they hold on?
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So, lots of tricks this week. But maple leaves fell as big as dinner plates, reminiscent of one sent by my mom to a homesick backpacker long ago. And it's my dad's birthday! Cool guy, no?(that isn't an ipad he's looking at, in 1956) Thanks to them, I have all the treats I need.





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