Last night the weather reporters were all over the fact that we would wake up to frost in the morning, like it was an impending doom. It's November in Ohio. Frost is bound to happen this time of year.
What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite?
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
Mother Nature's fall foliage extravaganza continues. The leaves are dropping but the colors originate from the palette of the master painter, putting on the best autumn show.
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