Last night: Orion glittering behind the trees with Jupiter at his shoulder.
This morning: a dark pink sunrise with frost on the lawn.
A good gust still brings aspen leaves fluttering down like confetti. I'm impatient to see the trees all bare because I tell myself- unreasonably- the sooner we're into winter proper the sooner it'll be spring.
Ailz bought a big lot of bird food online from the RSBP. We've got table mix, we've got cranberry flavoured suet nibbles, we've got dried meal worms, we've got suet balls. I put some of everything out this morning and now I'm waiting.