The seasons are definitely changing. This is the sunset outside my office window, taken at about 1610 (4:10 pm). By the time I leave at five, it is dark out.
By about 1900 (7:00 pm) the moon is shining over the meadow. The cattle have been taken in for the winter, but the swans have not yet left the small pond and the horses still graze since their owners live on the edge of meadow and can tend to them throughout the winter.I have not been on any major expeditions recently, so I will share a few disconnected experiences with you.
Being in England, I will not get off for Thanksgiving, but Steph, a colleague who is originally from California, invited me to dinner on Saturday. With several other American ex-pats I enjoyed turkey, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie with whipped cream. It was a good time.
A couple of weeks ago, I walked through a French market set up on a major street in Oxford and saw these sausages. They caught my eye because I am accustomed to sausages of German descent in Wisconsin
that are evenly round all along the length of the sausage. The French are more haphazard. These sausages look more like large pieces of bent wood. The hams looked different as well.
If I leave for work early enough, I can see the milk truck. This photo was taken on a fairly cool morning so the milk would stay cool. But even during the summer they have no refrigeration. I remember the milk truck that came through the neighborhood in the fifties when I was a kid. They at least had ice over the crates. I remember chewing on a piece as my brother and I rode with the milkman down to the end of the block.
A couple of weeks ago, I walked through a French market set up on a major street in Oxford and saw these sausages. They caught my eye because I am accustomed to sausages of German descent in Wisconsin 
that are evenly round all along the length of the sausage. The French are more haphazard. These sausages look more like large pieces of bent wood. The hams looked different as well.
If I leave for work early enough, I can see the milk truck. This photo was taken on a fairly cool morning so the milk would stay cool. But even during the summer they have no refrigeration. I remember the milk truck that came through the neighborhood in the fifties when I was a kid. They at least had ice over the crates. I remember chewing on a piece as my brother and I rode with the milkman down to the end of the block.
I had lunch recently in a home that had a well in floor. When the owners built onto the house, they found this well under the area where they wanted to build a new living room. So they just built it into the decor. Very impressive.
On my way to church, I pass these two old cars. This one obviously is not in use. It probably made in the 1930'2. If it were restored, it would be beautiful.
On my way to church, I pass these two old cars. This one obviously is not in use. It probably made in the 1930'2. If it were restored, it would be beautiful.
This one is a Plymouth Valiant, 1962 I think. It is still used because I've seen it in different parking places along the road. My first car was a 1970 Valiant, so this one meant something more to me than just any old car.
In the coming weeks, I will be into the full swing of Christmas celebrations. I will take a lot of photos.
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