Almost Thanksgiving, but all the leaves are still on the wisteria, the climbing hydrangea, and one of my odd vines — although most of the maple trees are bare.
There are still blueberries ripening on the blueberry bushes, and a few confused plants are flowering because they thought it was spring already.
Tuesday was the first true cold.
Even if the plants were confused, I was ready for it. I went out to a meeting wearing a long wool coat with a furry collar that buttons up around my ears. And gloves. And insulated boots. And it was STILL too cold.
Every day, I check the temperatures in Santa Cruz — where it's inevitably 20 degrees warmer.
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