Another prelude to winter. A reflection of winters long ago. Damp, cold, short dreary days followed by short dreary days. If this continues it will be a fitting end to the long and dreary year of Covid-19. A fitting end to a long four dreary years of living in the third world country of Trumplstan.

It’s windy. Most of the trees have danced right off the limbs of the red oak. The pecan out front is mostly bare too.

As you can see, the red oak is a ghostly remembrance of what it was just a week ago. A vaguely remembered see thru of what once was. There, but not there upon the landscape. The green background showing thru…

For what it’s worth, yesterday, once again Trump lost the election. Though, only in the real world does that truth exist. In the alternative facts world of Donald Trump, he is winning the election, the Coronavirus went away in March, and his adoring base still loves him and will elect him king for life.

Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world…