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This night's frosts have completely stripped the trees of foliage. Outside in the yard there's no inch of ground not covered by leaves. (Most of them were still green.)
A couple of days more, and all the trees will be bare. And I've not yet seen the maple-like oaks which must have turned most brilliant crimson of late.
There's a definite lack of contact with nature altogether. It's a shame.
On the ash-grey sky the moon is icy silver.
Winter's close.
This night's frosts have completely stripped the trees of foliage. Outside in the yard there's no inch of ground not covered by leaves. (Most of them were still green.)
A couple of days more, and all the trees will be bare. And I've not yet seen the maple-like oaks which must have turned most brilliant crimson of late.
There's a definite lack of contact with nature altogether. It's a shame.
On the ash-grey sky the moon is icy silver.
Winter's close.