View from my porch
April 2, Long Island Spring snow
“Just a dusting” on the East End of the Island, they said…
A cold front sweeps rain away, clouds break on the western horizon just before sunset, and the brown oaks are suddenly golden. Fall has it glorious moments!
It’s November, but a killing frost has yet to arrive on Long Island. A few annuals still bloom bravely, their days numbered. The trees have achieved as much color as they do without frost – much yellow, gold and brown, but reds are rare. Many clear days, and none of the destruction that visited New England two weeks ago. We are grateful for the slow transition to winter!