Weather's warming again. Much of the ice cover is (temporarily) melted. I'm hoping for a few more of the golden autumn days that come too infrequently to My Minnesota. When, as Joni Mitchell wrote in Chelsea Morning "...the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses...." A few more butterscotch-sweet days to succor my spirit before the onslaught of winter. Next week is Thanksgiving and the promise of the return to more winter-like weather.