First touch of Winter

The long drought has ended. Rain, day of rain have soaked the soil leaving us with a shortage of around nine inches more to make up for Gaia’s stinginess. What can one expect when there are hordes of misfits torturing the Earth with crazy pseudo science plans that carry dire threats 50 to 100 years into the future. No one will remember or be alive at that point.
Anyway, a short trip up the mountain shifted the soggy precip over to the white chilly stuff which in South Carolina has the life expectancy of a mosquito in a nudist camp.
The leaves came off the trees not in a glorious display of color but trough the onset of early dormancy. It doesn’t make much difference how they come off the trees; we still have to rake them.
Snow dusting, Pen, brush and ink, 12/303/2016, Foothills, Transylvania County, North Carolina