November? Now, how can that be? Feels more like September. Is this a sign of old age ~ that the months fly by, faster every year? Or, is it a sign of Mother Nature being ultra kind in delaying the end of a most delightful season.
I am loving these autumn days ~ even more so since winter 'arrived' a month ago with blustery winds and too much snow. And, a bit of a panic attack from this little gardener. Seeing as how I hadn't even gotten around to storing the lawn furniture. I was soooo not ready for that.
And, neither were the trees. They shook off those early snows, hung onto their leaves...
And, here were are! In the midst of an especially long and lazy Indian Summer.
Megs (horsie) and I have been on the prowl, in search of wildflowers. Not to pick 'em. Just to photograph them. But, we're striking out completely. Too late in the season.
And, I suppose it's high time I admitted that it's 'too late' for just about everything. Everything I like to do, anyway. Gardening, hiking, horses... all things summer.
This gal is in desperate need of a new, winter hobby.