Leaf season in the NC mountains is always poignant, but this year, the colors have been spectacular. The yellows and oranges have been particularly impressive. But, as always, it is a sign of impending death. It is the last blaze of abundant life in the face of mortality. Winter is coming. It is the opposite of Easter.
We are heading back to DeSantistan tomorrow out of necessity, as it will be very cold here next week. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that the Hungarian Candidate is a much-diminished figure, even in his home state, and anyway, the legislature in North Carolina is every bit as reactionary as the one in Florida. It just doesn’t get the same amount of publicity.