In November, the setting sun ignites red oak crowns and tints clouds with magenta, peach and rose. There’s neither summer’s long-lasting light, nor winter’s rapid descent into darkness. Dusk’s cool fingers seep in, chilling the air as the sun sinks in the southwest. In the tree tops, a group of robins roosts in a lingering sliver of sunlight. For a few moments they softly whistle their cheery song as though it were a spring evening. Time gently slips away in shadows of amethyst.
Nature, Garden, Life 
Beautiful words and photos.
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Thank you, Mary, for your kind words and for reading my blog.
Dear Beth… your photos are exquisite, and matching them are your equally exquisite descriptions! What a beautiful writer you are! ❤️Jan
Jan, thank you for reading my blog and for your kind words.
I love your posts! The peace of the evening filters into my mind and heart as I read and view your photos. You draw me into your observations and I breathe the quietness and healing power of nature along with you.
Thank you!
Thank you, Lisa. I hope that you will always find peace and healing in nature.
Beautiful, Beth. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Thank you, Linda. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones!