Another American Adventure: the rains finally stopped

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

the rains finally stopped

After about 5 days straight of rain (and cold), the sun is out. The woods are still predominately green, but if you look around there is a lot of color change going on.

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BarbaraOctober 5, 2011 at 7:35 PM
We are expecting a warm and sunny weekend here -- Canadian Thanksgiving. Colours look similar to here. A glorious time of the year!
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Sally ClayOctober 6, 2011 at 3:57 AM
Yesterday was the kind of day people move to Florida for. Sunday, breezy, and in the mid seventies. Finally we're able to sit on the porch again!
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beth cioffolettiOctober 6, 2011 at 7:37 AM
same here, Barbara. Looks like one more warm and sunny weekend.

I hope the cooler weather holds out, Sally - I am headed South in the next couple of weeks.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.