waterfall return, millpond
An almost frighteningly dry year is ending on a very wet note—and, to judge by the intense color of the mosses, a very green note. Of course, on the first formal day of winter, things should be cold, frozen, and white, but, if we can't have that scenario, I'll certainly take warm and liquid. After yesterday's Little Chill, it may reach the 50s today, and there's even a chance for thunderstorms overnight. The millpond waterfall, barely a trickle through most of the autumn, has re-found its voice... and its flow.