I'm sitting on the deck right now and posting this blog entry...AND, IT'S November 3rd. Florida ain't got nothin' on us. Well, at least for now. Temps are supposed to be Ianthe 70s today and the next two days, but low 40s by the weekend. A return to normalcy for this time of the year.
But, for right now, I'll sit out here in my shorts and tee shirt and just enjoy it.
Someone's burning leaves somewhere. The smell of fall while we can still burn them around here (every October and November and April and May). Several burning bushes are doing just that with those brilliant reds. The sedums are st rinking with their gold stems and red heads. Plus the red, yellow, and orange mums are still ablaze.
Most of the trees have lost their leaves, but the three Bradbury pears are still green. They're always the last to lose their leaves and get a burnt red/rust color. One maple is gold.
The tall grass plants have white plumes.
Not a Bad Day to Be OD. --RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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