November

Caladium leaves lie limp on the ground, their stems like spaghetti.

Hummingbird feeders are abandoned.

Mornings are dark and cold.

November. Complaints are abundant.

Life seems more precious in the scarcity of late autumn.

The crickets still sound in the evening. And maple trees release their golden leaves to drift from the canopy to the soil below, while the Japanese maple turns from purple to crimson.

The impatiens continue to throw off a few blooms, even the rare white one that reseeded itself.

Green headed coneflower and pineapple sage only bloom in the shorter days of autumn.

Pineapple sage has lost its scent, but it continues to bloom until Thanksgiving.

Hurry little fella. Winter will be here soon.