It’s a gloomy, rainy, dark November day, our run of beautiful fall skies is temporarily over.

We were going to rake some leaves today, but it’s pouring. We changed gears, we’re painting the dining room table this afternoon, we’ve chosen a bright orange for the table.

We slept late, got to the farmer’s market, where the poor vendors were frozen and soaking. We got a fresh sesame breadstick, a warm wheat bread, some liver pate, and some fresh strawberries for breakfast.

If we are so inclined, we might head to Saratoga Springs for some Indian food tonight, but I have a hunch we’ll just stay home. We started our first wood stove fires of the season, and it is wonderful to feel their warm and even heat.

Maria and I are both sensitive to color and light, gloomy days like this one really bring us down. Perhaps Lenore Severnie will have mercy on us and send some more photos of Zinnia, just two-and-a-half weeks away.

I’m off to help Maria do some sanding.