sometimes the chill of the November air, brings awareness to the starkness of reality.
Taking a stroll around the yard, the colors of the pansies seemed to brighten the day.
It is one of those clear, sunny days when the leaves slowly fall to the ground.
Chipmunks scurry across the yard. They have hiding places along the way.
A bird's nest, probably a wren, was created in a house plant taken outside for the summer. I left it in the flower bed as a reminder, a memory held.