Winter is Icummen In
.....and I am preparing for it. Today was a nice and balmy late November day, with temps in the low 5os. I Put my Christmas wreaths up, after adding in a bit of dusty miller and some sedum flowers. I still need to find some red berries, as the birds seem to have eaten all my vibrunum fruit. I suppose it serves me right for not having filled the feeder sooner.
Today I had a new visitor at my feeder, a sure sign of winter, my first junco.

I've also had some winter plumage goldfinch (not gold, but with a spot of yellow under their beaks) and lots of black-capped chickadees at my thistle feeders, which I've hung right in front of my dining room window, by the table where I am typing. They are quite welcome year-round Michiganders.

These brilliant photos are by Paul Evans; you can see more of his work here.
Oh well, enough of a break. Time to get back to work. There is more roping to hang, pots to fill with evergreens and fake pointsettias, lights to sort, and a plastic illuminated snowman who is missing his nose.....
Note: the title refers to a poem by Ezra Pound
Winter is icumen in,It is a parody of a Middle English poem about spring.
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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