Winter, Reporting for Duty
Not Winter, just yet, but it is swinging the bat in the on-deck circle. We’re getting regular overnight lows in the teens (°F), and the smaller ponds and lakes are starting to ice over as the colder temps take hold. The bulk of the leaves are cleared or mulched in – I have one more round of that work to do, probably over the holiday weekend.
We didn’t miss out on the fall color, though it has come and gone…

We had a smattering of snow three weeks back, and perhaps a quarter inch fallen on the ninth, some of which stuck. Not enough to write home about, though. Yet.
Georgia is cherishing time laying in the sun, indoors:

Enough catch up for now, more later. Be well.