The world is changing. She shrugs her shoulders big time in China and she sneezes in Texas and she catches cold in Colorado. Here, where I live, she seems to be banking the warm fires for so long that I actually welcome this 40F degree day today. Even the geese seem disoriented in our river wondering what happened to the winter. The fall was so long and so lovely that I cannot help but think we are not paying the price yet that others are paying.
We went for a walk in the nearby woods and marshland and I took a few photos that are an example of our non-winter winter. There is not much birdsong or insect percussion in this place, but the warm air makes me think there should be.
You can hear the crackle of dead leaves and you have to be careful about pockets of wet marsh, but I have on my hiking shoes and do not worry.
So much rain and the moss has maintained is brilliant green retaining nature's compass.
The beaver is engineering the flow of the water to suit his winter home.
And this cattail looks as if it is throwing up his arms in celebration of a little bit of sunshine, at long last.