Bright and brisk blow the winds of November. Although, honestly? It hasn't been all that cold yet. The waves have been pounding the shoreline in the last few weeks, making high tide a hard time to walk along the beach.
The gardens are all being put to bed and you can find someone raking leaves almost every day, trying to stay ahead of them. We've only had one hard frost, but the hostas have all yellowed and drooped. Pools are covered with dark tarps and windows are locked and shuttered.
Old Mill Point has slipped into the quietness of November.