While we wait patiently for the temperatures to drop ever-so-slowly to the freezing point, the Animal Kingdom of the plains seem to be soaking in every drop of Indian summer.
The birds are reluctant to make the trek south.
The butterflies insist on drinking the very last drops of nectar to be found.
The cat languishes in the abundant, slanted afternoon sun.
Everything I have read suggests a harder than normal winter to come, but I guess I shouldn't believe everything I read. What are things like in your neck of the woods this deep into November?