Thanksgiving

It is a warmish Thanksgiving. We are not at Beatitude Pond, but further North in the White Mountains. Definitely not a white Thanksgiving! We are wondering how harsh the winter will be, hoping for a lighter winter.
I am full with Thanksgiving meal. The others are washing dishes and finishing off the wine. It's only 6:25, but yet it is so dark!
Dishes almost done.
My sister wonders where Spunky is. Spunking is one of her cats. I hope he is okay.

Peckable Trees

It's been a warmish November, with just the early mornings and evenings a bit chilly when the sun is down.
Warmer weather means we are burning less oil and wood...easier on the pocketbook.
This morning Linldey spotted a pilliated woodpecker out front. It was eating sees below one of the pines, but it's head kept bopping away from the camera's view. Finally Lindley got a clear shot.
I used to love Woody Woodpecker cartoons.
His laugh especially.

Lindley saw a couple of beavers these past week, too. We don't know if they will be wintering in our wetlands or not.

Chilly Days

November's drab is here, but beneath dead moca brown oak leaves and slices of spent bark, green things continue to grow. This much I discovered when hunting for dry sticks with which to kindle our daily woodstove fire.
There are beige moths still flapping around and spiders have moved inside to walls and sills.
The chill creeps up the earth into the bones of my limbs and shivers me.
I almost wish for snow, some insulation between me and the freeze below, but snow will come soon enough.