This time of year requires little sunshine in the early morning for the glow of the foliage brightens the landscape before us. There is no movement. . . the air is still. As I write, the
weather bug reads 32 degrees. 32 degrees?!
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That's freezing! Quite unusual it seems for us to have temperatures that low. Likely I will not be able to salvage the last of the basil in the garden.
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And without warning, a breeze carries the wispy veil of fog to rustle the foliage and seduce the silence of the calm.