The leaves have all blown off the trees in the windy weather. November is here, days of early sunsets and iron cold days before the snow flies. Even without the fall color I like to get out. The cornfield this tree stands in is one of those places I like to go to again and again in all seasons. I happened to stop by chance there the week before last at the height of the color. I plan to go back later this week to admire the bare branches against the November sky.