Snow has fallen! Looking up into the swirl of flakes that gather on our eyelashes and kiss our cheeks, our hearts are full of thanks for this simple, magical blessing...falling snow. With the coming of snow more feathered friends are frequenting the feeders and we give thanks for their presence. Chipmunk is still awake, filling his cheeks before scurrying back to his warm burrow.
November, quite suddenly, seems to have realized that she is November. Much colder temperatures have resulted, as well as some sleet and even a few snow flurries. Mornings dawn frosty crisp and hillsides are grays and greens, with the exception of an occasional flamboyant poplar tree, and the shiny bronze of ash and oak. Mallards cruise the lake, chatting and laughing.