Adapted from Robert Whitcomb’s “Digital Diary,’’ in GoLocal24.com.
It’s apple cider time in New England. I remember when we did our best to turn it into an alcoholic drink. Anyway, we savored the bite of it as it aged. I like that New Hampshire-based poet Maxine Kumin called gray and brown November "that time of year the Lord created and forgot.’’ On the upside, it’s probably the quietest month and the breezy countryside, now looking more open, has an austere charm.
Let’s enjoy it while we can. An early polar vortex is predicted, or not -- followed by 70 degrees in February? Maybe.
Whatever, most of the last few days have been about as golden as it gets around here, but Thanksgiving looms.