Wednesday, January 21, 2015


The sky is golden and painted with twigs, like fingers on branches of the trees. A few leaves remain, stuck... too late to fall before the final freezes of the season.
The squirrels are from leapng in the trees. Jerking and jumping and squeaking and cackling.   They know a freeze is coming and they are preparing. Jan 21 was mild, winter is returning

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