November
Outside my window, winter's harbinger winds howl its approach.
Nothing subtle here. Porch flower pots recline in chaos; trash bins stand askew.
This is my cue to take the shovels from the garage and lean them strategically near the back door.
This is the warning to put ice scraper and snow brush within easy reach.
This is when I consult the calendar and tally the days until pitchers and catchers arrive in camp and bring the first reminder of returning Spring.