Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Nov. 2

We had thick frost this morning. The entire world was painted white. The lake steamed in the early morning light. Geese formed pairs of dark outlines floating in and out of the mist on the water's horizon. A train whistle echoed in the heavy quiet. Then the sun rose high enough to melt the frost and more birds came out adding their song to the morning. Fall is preparing Winter's bed. I'm not ready! :D



  1. Me, neither. Sniffle, sniffle, cough. (blowing nose)

  2. Oh, Linda, do you have the nasty cold going around? I hope you get well soon!!