November air brings snap, the anticipation of pumpkin pies and frosty mornings. Crisp nights and warm quilts. Curling up, tucking down and the smell of wood smoke wafting in the night air. The rest of the time it's windy. Getting colder, then warmer, and wetter, and then spring comes sneaking in again like a smooth green snake.
Buds swell and burst, small flowers push up and then the bigger ones jump up.
Hear the tillers and mowers start, the color is now sharp green and tangy yellow. Blue skies and green grass are here at last, and everywhere are roses and wild sweetpeas. Fields soon will wave with the tall stands of wild oats and Rye. The whole world is new again. Thank you Donna for sharing your beautiful vision of Angels Camp with the world.