Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Yesterday was still damp fall. There were mushrooms to pick in the bottoms, the beech tree by the studio still had a gold glow inside her copper skirt.
This morning there was a Rabbit Tracker (as in enough snow to), dusting the fallen paw paw leaves, ~
~ and by mid-afternoon the sky opened up into blue with high clouds, illumed with icy white.
Bobby led the cattle into a new pasture. He calls them with a clarion Whuk Whuk and they spread out to munch. Winter has arrived on the hill.