The hardwood branches are bare.  The green leaves of summer are brown and crunch under your feet.  It’s dark at 5.  Gone away, is the bluebird (our state bird) and most of our feathered friends but chickadees, nuthatches, blue jays and a few others stay and spend the winter with us.  Jack Frost is nipping at your toes and folks are dressed like eskimos.  And, the mosquitoes aren’t biting anymore.  Our Upstate New York winter season is definitely on its way. Continue reading →