So, is it December yet?

A few days ago I was waxing poetic (or at least trying) about November's arrival.  Today, not so much.  I should have known that it would come to this.  This morning, and into the afternoon, I raked leaves.  More accurately, I used the rake for some parts of the yard and the lawn mower for others.  Whatever.  It sucked.

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Never mind what it says on the calendar, for those of us in Tennessee, November began last night. Yesterday was warm -- 70 degrees -- and it rained, which we needed desperately. It felt like early April, though the air smelled like fall: that slightly sweet smell of leaf rot that seems always to accompany an autumn rain ( Read more... )