Here the deer eating the last of my kale.
And know with the snow on the ground. It is winter NOW here. -20 C this morning. All perfect October being the month of transitions, November; winter. Now i can rest in peace, hibernate a bit. And it seems that's what i was doing already, for the photos i didn't even have to come out of my den. Through the window i watch the birds, and this year an influx of squirrels, who are all roly-poly, nice and fat, (the bird food, i am sure)
And last night, peeking out, the evening light was beautiful. Dark gray above and a gray-yellow stripe of light where the sun was setting, putting an interesting light cast on the snow and the trees.
Ah i know dreams are only interesting to oneself. (but feel free to share yours with me:)
But in my dreams last night, i was out and about, and met a beautiful white moose. No wonder i woke up happy. I wonder about that. How do people wake up, what is your first thought? For me, no, i don't always wake up happy, often an uneasyness of some kind. I do remember as kid, just waking up, neither happy nor sad, just alive! I like that!