It's that in between time of year. "Brown Season" is what I call it. Not colorful like earlier in the fall and not really winter. It's not very beautiful, but I like it. It has it own charms. Stealy grey skys that melt into firey sunsets. Frosty mornings with the pasture covered in frost diamonds and the winter birds have started to come to the bird feeders outside the kitchen windows.
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