Saturday Morning

I am loving November. I love walking outside and the air is cold, and fresh and crispy. I had to walk back inside and get a coat, which is always nice. I love sticking my hands in my warm pockets and pulling the hood of my coat up over my cold ears and seeing the sun sift down through the trees. It gives a inner light to the trees with a leaves that are now purple, yellow and red.

This tree is right out my office door. It is a Raywood Ash and most years they don't have real good color but this year they do and I just sit in the afternoon with my coffee and stare up at its branches.

I wanted some pictures this morning. Ron is trying to get my chicken pen finished today. I walked down while he was measuring for wire. I had to take a picture of his cat Socks. She is with him where ever he goes. Talking to him in her little high pitched voice. She always gives me the evil eye when I show up. She wants him all to herself. He will be in the house, and decide to go outside to do something, and he will say, " Come on Socks, we are going outside.." She will answer him her her squeaky voice as she runs to go outside with him.  She follows him like a little dog.

I kept trying to get a good shot of her but she seems to know I wanted her to be still so she wouldn't be still. I kept talking to her and calling her name, finally Sasha fed up with the whole attitude thing of cats tried to nip her in the head to be still.

So I had to yell as Sasha to quit biting the cat in the head. I had enough of the fun and games so I went outside to take pictures of the trees.

 

In the book of Stillmeadow, Gladys Taber writes about November, "...Early in the morning, when I cross the frosty grass to let the spaniels out, I smell the leaves. I never noticed before how sweet they smell on autumn mornings, It's the kind of odor that quickens the heart, a clean, bright-bladed smell."

 

The leaves are raining down now, the trees I visited with last week and took pictures of are now just bare branches. There are now surrounded by multicolored carpets. I don't walk close to the trees with the perfect circles of a rug. I love the bright colors on the brown earth. 

I hope you have a lovely Saturday. I have 4 sweet boys coming to visit. I will be grandma for awhile. " The world is so full of a number of things, I am sure we should all be as happy as kings." (R.L. Stevenson)

Wishing you a beautiful day,

~Kim~