From November 13, 2011
This time of year in Connecticut is (usually) a time I find myself betwixt and between staying outside as much as possible and enjoying the light and that fading summery warmth of autumn in New England and staying inside and enjoying a soft seat and a good book.  Last weekend, there wasn't much light to be found, and what little there was cast light on our catastrophe of a week ago.

From November 13, 2011
Walking around with that much tree ready to fall to the ground will, as my dad says, make a believer out of you.  There are as yet many trees with limbs snapped and shredded and hanging by a thread. Some of our trees are so massive, it's hard to imagine anyone but Mother Nature taking care of the problem.  The way things go around here with our superlatively inept governor and power(less) company, it will likely be up to her to solve the problem.  She has her own way of making all things new--like this birch tree, for example.
From November 13, 2011

Later in the day, Adella and I went for a walk with Clyde in the hope of finding some wildlife to observe and to photograph.  Apparently, they found the soft seats, too; we were on our own.  Dell was tired after a sleepover at her best friend's house, so she took a rest on a rock for a bit.  Clyde had her back.
From November 13, 2011
So it goes.  If the sun couldn't lift her pretty head for very long today, she is no less there, and the day was no less beautiful.  Shadows are pretty, too.

From November 13, 2011


P.S.:  Many thanks to the utility workers from Maine, Oklahoma, Alabama, Missouri, Ohio, Tennessee, and possibly every other state in the union for helping us when we could not help ourselves in Connecticut.


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