Can't Sit Still
When I was a kid I recall November as being barren and gray. Not snowy, but past autumn and always raining or looking like it was going to rain. Here in the flatlands, the trees are still bright, and it's often crisp and sunny.
A little fresh air never hurt anyone. And walking here in Snobville is joyous, because we have a champion black oak -- and it's just up the street. So long, readers, I'm going out to hug a tree.