What’s left of this month anyway? Whose walking those bare fields now, when it’s cold but not cold enough for snow? Muddy hills, wilted, shriveled leftovers. If it weren’t for Thanksgiving, who here would care about November?
Still, it’s kind of pretty now. From a distance. If the light is just right.
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(thinking this while heading out to Ed’s, just south of Madison)