Now we've had Halloween, Guy Fawkes and a couple of days where the night has dipped into low single digits.
This year, November sunshine lingered around trees and leaves held resolutely in place. But now, wind's stern speeches and rain's applause cajole the change.
Only the early dark big moon evenings provide a real clue to the passing season.
I clear intruder rockets from the garden and curl my toes to anticipate the acceleration from November into the next year.
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