There has been two windstorms now and I've begun to collect branches for a windfall wreath. They may not be fresh enough to use by December, but maybe...
Temperatures are dropping.
Lola is stealing any blanket she can to snuggle up in.
Or robes. Or sweaters.
When she is really cold she pushes her way under them.
The fireplace is being turned on occasionally.
I am considering a challenge of images leaning towards black, white, and gray during November for all posts.
Altered, as each season alters the landscape, our habits and choices.