Birds gone to the South
It is Saturday, November the 14th. Month of December is getting closer. D ays are getting colder. Trees look a bit scared. Gold leaves scattered around are now turning to Copper and Bronze. I hardly see any flowers. My garden is not the same. Grass is losing it's green. Most of the trees have barely anything on their bodies. They started looking like skeletons. Most of the seasonal flowers In my back garden are no more there. Just a few with not the same look. I see two pink roses on the top of my Canadian rose plant, not with the same smiley faces. It is a totally different scenario. It is 9.15, windy with 2 C, not below zero. Not bad to go for my walk. I am getting ready, have to take an extra layer along with my sweater and jacket. I checked the weather, rain is on the way from 10 onwards. I have to pick my red umbrella too, my favorite one. I got that years ago from Dollarama for three dollars I think. I am all set to leave. It is 9.45, I am at the Coffee ...