Morning frost filled the air and sprinkled the sheep’s wool like confectioners sugar. The crab apple tree has dropped all her apples, but is still holding on to some yellow and pale green leaves.
The house finches are perching on the bamboo shades and wicker bench on the front porch. A woodpecker hung from the flower basket on the woodshed door and pecked at it as if it were suet.
I think it’s time to fill up the bird feeders.
