Yesterday was 52 Fahren and sunny. The perfect day for raking leaves and stringing Christmas lights across the roof line. And plenty of my neighbors were doing just that. They had the work ethic going.

Which is not to say that we haven’t already had day temps in the 30s and snow showers and snow flurries.

But yesterday was 52 Fahren and sunny. The perfect day for heading out to the park and taking some delicious November photographs, and stopping at Panera for a bowl of black bean soup and a cappuccino.

Let’s just say that I didn’t even trip over my Protestant guilt as I sprinted out the door, camera bag flying behind me.

Just off the image at the bottom, right at the edge of that stone, is my foot.

In my eye-popping orange Converse.

It is November.

I got a little dizzy. The reflections were playing havoc with my center of dizzy.

Sunday slides in.

Elen