Advent Calendar Blog

Open the first window and there's.... December.   Winter's first chapter.  If the reason why we don't live in California is the change of seasons, here it is, without compromise.

In St. Louis the leaves are there on November first and gone by the end of the month.  We go to standard time, the darkness comes even sooner.  The tropicals and tender plants worth saving are brought inside, the perennials go to ground, the rest are doomed.  The fish in the  pond slow down and I rig a warmer to keep a hole in the ice, or they'd be doomed as well.

Today is sunny, that bright blue sky, bigger because the leaves are down.  Isabel, whose ancestors are from the West Highlands, doesn't want to come inside.