November 2025
The shortening days exit is heralded by a glorious finale or an unnoticed
retreat
into darkness. Shadows creep in at dusk, expanding into a blue blanket that hides cobwebs, welcomes cold wind and unapologetically steals from time spent outdoors.
Day’s light arrives and departs on a plane not a line, while our lives are lived
on planes and lines often formed without our discretion or desire.
Early polar cold and howling wind sent leaves and branches flying like wheat separating from chaff. As if in apology the chaos was succeeded by calm skies and colorful southern reaching northern lights.
Little wild birds hiding from the wind, eat and drink your fill at the feeder!
There will be bountiful sèeds and warmed water for you this winter.
Like you, I too have much to be thankful for.
Carol Toba