October's brilliant color is being washed away gradually by November rains and wind. The hills are slowly turning mostly brown, which will morph into grey as we descend into Winter.
Temperatures haven't been too bad, however. We had a few cold days, but today, for example, it got up to seventy degrees. This will not last, as the weather roller coaster takes us up and down and then stops at the low end of the thermometer.
Flocks, large and small, of birds are on the move. Sometimes the sound of their collective wings flapping make me stop what I'm doing and look up.
I've been working on cleaning up the vegetable/butterfly garden, loading and dumping brush and weeds each day. I'm going to convert it to some neater area, but it's still formulating in my brain. As long as the weather cooperates, I'll continue.
'Ran into a Spring bulb sale and 'bought a lot of them. They are all planted except for one package of forty blue crocus. I need to decide where they'll go and then that task will be finished.