Fall Changes

willow in winterA weekly photo challenge from Terri Webster Schrandt announced Fall Changes. She has lovely reds and oranges and shining light. She lives in California..

Here’s today’s Fall Change at our house, a rather abrupt change.A cold front from the west met a very wet front from another hurricane off the lower Pacific coast, and we have water droplets coated firm enough they don’t fall.

Not really frozen hard, just stopped from moving.

This is the willow I often write about as I sit at my upstairs window, that window on the upper left, and look out on the day. I pretty much do that winter, summer…. well, all year.

Nothing is quite as colorless as it appears in the shot, but the starkness seemed to fit the topic.

iced branchesHere’s what the backyard looks like with color, which as you can tell isn’t much. Those are rose bushes against the fence. The roses lasted until a couple of weeks ago.

table (2)Right before Thanksgiving, we had roses and pumpkins on the table at the same time. But now, they, too, are gone.

I really really hate being cold in the winter. At the moment, with the outdoor temperature just at freezing, I already have wool socks over silk liners on my feet. My fingernails have quit growing and begun to crack. The humidifier is going.

There are compensations.

Cliff’s building a fire. We’re putting up Christmas decorations. The table you can’t see on the right side of the above photo will move into the dining room by the window you also can’t see on the left so the tree can go in front of the window. The sculpture piece with the strange little doors has a red bulb in the right hand … well, whatever that is. Holder. All winter, we turn it on for dinner.

It’s time to hunker in for a season of light and promise and home.

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10 thoughts on “Fall Changes

  1. Things are turning here, too. A cold front arrived Friday night. It’s not cold by your measure, but it’s cold enough that bare feet and shorts are finally gone: probably for good, or at least until the mid-winter warmup. My little Thanksgiving trip was gloomy enough to please the Grinch: gray, windy, drizzly. Now, I’m back home, and it’s gray, windy, drizzly, and cold. Maybe I need to think about some Christmas decorations, too — but first, there are a few computer chores, after five days of being totally disconnected.

    I hope your Thanksgiving was lovely, and that the coming season is filled with warmth — of one kind or another!

    1. Girl, you do know how to turn a phrase. Gave me my only Texas laugh today. Along with coming to Texas three times this year when I hadn’t been in more than ten years, you’ll get a chuckle to know I worked on a small film job last week and played a fierce but well made up old Texas city mother who’d lost track of her too-often drunk son. I told the make up person that I wanted the squint lines around my eyes emphasized, and I wore a silver and black short choppy wig, and deep red lipstick, and blue eyes shadow, but when I stepped into the bathroom for a quick break before shooting, I scared myself in the mirror. True story.

      It is without a doubt, Grinch weather. My muumuus went into the closet and I’m garbed in fleece and soft pants. And so will go my winter.

      But we sawed down our Christmas tree this afternoon with moderately grumpy son who quickly recovered, and Cliff’s building a fire, and we’ll shake down the last of the rain from the tree and bring it inside.

      We had a great Thanksgiving. Cliff’s not quite ready to return to class tomorrow morning. But then, his students won’t be either. Five more classes, he says, or two more, if they are weekly. He counts down. It feels like it’s going to be a good month, with our without the weather which always is.

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