Here in North Texas, fall has just arrived - cold temps last week (finally) forced me to turn on the furnace. Of course, it's now the upper 70s, so I seem to have jumped the gun. I knew I shouldn't have taken pity on The Boy and The Niece and their 22 layers of clothing. Six days of 55-60F daily highs doesn't mean fall is in full swing!
But somehow our trees got the message. When pruned and trimmed our trees and shrubs Sunday after church, they were decidedly green. When I went outside to meet with our arborist yesterday, our crepe myrtles had put on their fall attire:
So I celebrated by hanging suet for our birds. Hopefully it won't melt before the real fall cool-down arrives.
And speaking of birds, another sure sign of mid-November is this bird, staying nicely chilled in our freezer:
Bring on Thanksgiving!!
You've actually turned on the furnace? Wimps!
ReplyDeleteLast week the cats were trying to figure out the thermostat, but it's pretty complex when you have a brain the size of a walnut. A lack of opposable thumbs doesn't help, either.
Gretchen ended up burying herself in the laundry basket.
I'm not the wimp - the other two are.
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