The tough put on wool socks and long johns underneath their jammies. Man oh man has the weather been rough here on the Creek lately. The days have alternated between sunny and cold, overcast and cold, and windy and cold. The nights have just been freezing cold… colder than a witch’s breaststisties. But hey, it’s the price you pay for living in our Blue Ridge paradise. I took the camera out a couple of times and wandered around the ol’ homestead. Here are some of the results:

At one point, I thought about titling this post “Dead Flowers” after the Townes VanZandt song.

I also found some interesting looking berries, which I have not had time to identify. So if any of you know what they are, please let me know.

And finally, here is

A WOMAN WHO IS OUTSTANDING IN HER FIELD

Ok, that’s it for now. Anne and I along with the cat and dog are headed up to Maryland where I’m fixing dinner for our little family group. The Heir Apparent has annouced he is only eating sweet potatoes with the marshmellows on top and jellied cranberry sauce. Sigh…….

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!