Saturday, November 29, 2014
A Day In The Life Of A Gray Day
There comes a time in November when autumn resembles spring in the shadings of the forest, the color of dying leaves, shadows on branches, and the smattering of snow between grass and trees.
Willow trees are among the last to loose their leaves. They're also one of the first to bud in spring. Willow is my favorite tree.
Today was cold and gray. Many people love winter and all the outdoor activities associated with the season.
Not me. I'm a fair-weather child. My freedom is in the sun, blue sky, heat, and being unencumbered by heavy coats, hats, and gloves.
My eyes sting in the bitter cold. Everyone's eyes do.
Some folks just won't admit it.
Photo © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker