Winter seems to have come to Drenthe. Zero degree overnight temps, hard frost in the mornings and dog walks in the cold darkness at six in the evening. It's not my favorite time of year here.
At least we've had more color changes in the trees than I remember from the previous two years. The proliferation of oaks and lack of maples here mans that the autumn leaves tend more toward brown than the flaming yellows, oranges and reds that lit up my favorite season back in Michigan. I hope someone out there eats a fresh, hot donut (or seven) for me!