It’s cold, bitter cold with humidity levels around 45%. The ground is a rough surface of newly frozen chunks of soil. A few ferns and grasses seemed preserved like frigid vegetables while other plants turned into a collapsed heap of wilted leaves overnight. And the stillest parts of the Swamp Creek have become works of aquatic art.
Like the past four years, winter conditions have arrived before Thanksgiving. It seems we must learn to prepare a month earlier these days.