Night comes early now and the hens go to roost sooner now as the days are shortening and the cold is here. I added a fresh bale of straw to the coop floor the other day for extra warmth. The girls started singing to themselves.
The light is so tender in November, the values very close. I’m thinking of Morandi’s strange landscapes, overcast light, and the shades of grey-blue, dun, dull ochre and greyed green.