"All things on earth point home in old October;
sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences,
hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds,
the lover to the love he has forsaken."
October 31, 2008: Let the games begin!
October 30, 2008: The first hard frost hit last night, and by sunset the potted geranium was forlornly begging to come inside until next spring.
October 28, 2008: A bit of cheerfulness outside the window in the late afternoon's gloom.
October 28, 2008: Gold leaf on slate.
October 26, 2008: Lookin' out my back door.
October 21, 2008: The inimitable Eleanor; not exactly pleased to be up and out this morning.
October 19, 2008: Cedar waxwing