We stayed inside for a long while, but finally around 8:30 we went out to shovel. The first thing I noticed was our dying dogwood tree lost a couple branches. I think it's finished.
I didn't get any real good ones today, but there were some nice opportunities. Alexis voted for this one because it was "the most mysterious." ( a few more to share )
I seem to remember Thanksgivings from my childhood as cold days, autumn on the calendar but decidedly wintry in character. This year it was almost 60 degrees, and the little park near our house still looks like fall.