A friend brought me this bittersweet and I treasure it. She visited her sister in the Black Hills at the base of the Crazy Horse monument and they made a point of hunting for bittersweet in a place her sister knew of. It's beautiful and aptly named. After it freezes it turns bright orange but this hasn't yet.
If it was outside this morning it would have frozen as it got down to 30 degrees. I heard my neighbor scraping her windshield. We've been having a great fall so this kind of took us by surprise. Not Dreamer. She loves to be outside when it's cold.
I hope you're doing well. I've missed doing my blog and I hope it turns out O.K. I had a rocky start. Take care of yourselves. Blessings, Diane next one I promise you won't have to get out your magnifying glass to read it.