Before the huge storm blows in tonight or tomorrow, or whenever it happens to hit
(The weather people are clanging the warning bell, even as I write this)
(The alfalfa is frozen, but still showing color)
I thought I would show you the last flickering lights of our Indian Summer paradise—a wee piece of afternoon warmth before the temperatures plunging into December levels and pale wintery sunlight
We are very dry again. Although the shadows on the road are lovely.
The unharvested corn has gone from golden to pale yellow
I saw a possible Sundog, as Mindy and Boomer and I were taking a wee walkabout.
Storm coming in they say….maybe so, only time will tell. (As my Momma used to say)
Until then it is a beautiful Indian Summer.
From my world to your heart,