It is another world. The year is decaying with a smile - November - a final flicker of sunlight preceding Decembers glowing ashes, Leafy ground mist dampened.
In the news, a picture of a man—“who is the silly looking fellow” I casually wondered—with a shock I read my own name under it!
Warmer, the sun shining, snow slowly melting, but not fast enough to suit me. H calls up says he [cannot] get chains for car...
"...a locomotive, the kind that shifts back & forth like animals, shrieked; the reechoing over the town was startling..."
P.M. – working on the “Moonrise in the Woods”. So many changes have been made that I decided to change the date from 1917-60 to 1947-1962 –
Feeling good about Eisenhower’s “landslide”!
A.M. Making corrections on “November” tracing –
Low-hanging skies and some drizzling rain. The Belscher Rd. country is wild & heavily wooded. Before lunch a short walk in a woods. The tall somber trees, deep-glowering hemlocks...
A bullet shower - rattles on the leaves - a yellow silver poplar against the sky is sunlight. Leaves whirling over the ground is a sparkling sight.
To church. As we drive out Clinton, we could see that the distant hills to the south were white with snow.