Uncle

Clearly, winter is near.

I must accept it.
But I'm slow to give in.
I blanket my flowers but not my veggies.
Sad huh?
 I do admire this...

If I could just stop shivering long enough to take a pic!

Oh well, here're a few taken 'round our farm this fall ~

The first frosts made me scramble to dig out horse blankets.

The last clematis clung to it's support.

The dappled shade lightened on our old springhouse.

Crab apples glowed.

Berries of all types became the color stars.

And the gorgeous view of our neighbors farm changed again with the seasons.

 I guess I have to appreciate the new scenes cold temps bring.

Right?

I mean, its that or become an early snowbird...

"Snowbirds are people (mainly retirees) from colder or northern places who spend significant time in warmer places. It is a type of seasonal human migration."

Sounds good to me ~ where're my wings?!