It’s the last day of October and most of the trees are bare. It has been raining all week and last night’s wind and rain finally finished off the trees. So, in this vintage version of the old Inn around the corner, we say gooodbye and hope that winter is more kindly this year.
Photo by Garry Armstrong, processing by Marilyn Armstrong.
The 1700s Inn at at the end of our road. It has been added to, but the basic building remains. Until recently, it was a restaurant. Maybe it will be again.
Hard to imagine October is done. Finito. My favorite month. The only thing about it I don’t like is that winter is right behind it.
The cold is closing in quickly. I don’t have a good feeling about this winter. Last year, we had basically “late Autumn” until March. Then it snowed like mad for a few weeks. The rest of the season was not snowy. We had a lot of rain and mud and ice, but hardly any snow until my birthday.
Woods and fence blizzard
Welcome to my 72 birthday. It was a 15-inch blizzard. And there I was, thinking we were going to get through winter without snow. One year (during the past 20) we had a snow-free winter, but the following year we had so much snow we had to have our roof shoveled three times to keep it from caving in.
That’s the really bad part of really good attic insulation. The heat from the house never gets to your roof, so the tons of snow never melts. Each subsequent snow piles on top of earlier blizzards.
The winters of 2015 and 2016 were both like living in Mongolia or maybe Antarctica. One of our cars (we had two back then) was literally buried. You literally could not see it. Driving down our narrow roads was like driving in a tunnel with the snow 10 feet high on both sides from the plowing. I remember when Kaity was very young and she asked if the giant piles of snow and ice were going to become glaciers which they were studying in school.
I explained that I didn’t think so, but who could tell anymore?
Nonetheless, this is still nominally October, so let’s think orange and pumpkin-flavored donuts.
And then there are some more:
Big red tree and little white house
Autumn memories of Europe
The golden wall by the bridge
Steps to the Canal
Square fence by the river
I set up pictures for this, but I almost missed the post! But here they are, ready to go!
Autumnal square with wires
Home on the square
Like a bird on a wire … well, in this case, a plank or a feeder. Close enough. Today the American Goldfinch began to return. They are as cute as ever they were and the brilliant yellow I love to remember.
Welcome home little yellow one!
There will always be special seeds for you!
Chickadee on a line
Woodpecker on the line of the feeder
Making up two for one! Happy squares and lines!
It has finally arrived and it’s going to be a blue, blue summer. Today, it’s the bright blue of the wild spiderwort in my garden.
Spiderwort is a strange plant and its blue color has a strong violet and pink undertone. So often, I take a picture of “blue spiderwort,” but when I post it on my computer, it’s bright violet-pink. No amount of color correction will fix it, either.
They come out blue if I take the picture in shade. Or — mostly shade. It’s something about the spectrum of sunshine that changes its color.
Spiderwort in its proper shade of deep blue.