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Winter doesn't officially begin for another couple of weeks, but it's already here. The trees are bare, the grass is turning brown, the dry reeds along the river whisper in their dry voices that it's fallow time. The days are short, and still getting shorter. Even the relatively mild days we've been having give way to long, frosty nights.



I'm thankful for nice days, especially on the weekend, when I can get outside and enjoy the woods and the river. Who knows how many days like this we will have before spring?