Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Howling at the Moon

The moon is full tonight.  The clouds are broken and thick enough to lose sight of it at times, yet thin enough to catch the moonlight so as to light up the night.

Winter doesn't officially start for well over a month, but I'm already itching for Spring.  My vegetables aren't really growing anymore and it won't be long before a good frost knocks them down for good.  The grass doesn't need to be mowed anymore... the wild onions still do.  It's so cold in the morning that skipping the 5 minute commitment to making coffee and putting on real clothes before escorting the dog outside for her morning jaunt is not an option.

But all is not lost, work is yet to be done inside.  The shop needs a workbench.  The landscape plan needs to be *refined* before any additional digging or pulling takes place.  My wife tells me that the furniture needs to moved... and probably moved again.



Tonight's moon taunts me with its powers of reflection.



The morning chill burns off of a cabbage leaf.


Our November rainfall total. Note the shady, poor location and the sad little beaten beet.