It was so dark and dreary this morning that I was late getting up. I kept waiting for some semblance of daylight to appear, and it never did. A black cloud hung heavily over the mountain, so even at 7 a.m. I needed a headlamp for a little while, and Doodle the rooster didn’t crow until almost 7:30 a.m.
The rain, while not heavy, was cold and the breeze blew little slivers of it onto my face, stinging it. Even the Shelties were happy to turn around and head back to the cabin this morning and that has to be a first! Birds were hunkered down in whatever shelter they could find, but a great horned owl was still calling just before 8 a.m.
By afternoon, the day improved, and the sky soon filled with turkey vultures and a pair of red-tailed hawks. The little birds came out of hiding too. It is, after all, November and this is how November is supposed to be. Or even colder, though it’s still sort of early enough in the month to let that pass for now. Here on my mountain, November is a transition month. It can be a leaf-less repeat of October, or it can be winter. So far, this November is milder than average, but with the coldest part of the month still ahead, it’s too soon to complain about just how mild it’s going to be.
Instead, on this chilly and blustery morning, the dogs got a bit of a walk. When we returned to the cabin, we had a fire in the fireplace, and I had a cup of hot chocolate, and that was enough to scare away the chill.