{"id":15,"date":"2021-11-01T20:57:39","date_gmt":"2021-11-02T00:57:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/?page_id=15"},"modified":"2021-11-12T15:11:25","modified_gmt":"2021-11-12T20:11:25","slug":"november-1st","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/november-1st\/","title":{"rendered":"November 1st"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Sitting on the fallen log of what once was a great standing oak, I take in the smells, sights, and sounds of the woods surrounding me. I can hear the wind rustling the leaves as it whips around the branches of the over-story. Looking up I can see a towering white oak with leaves of deep oranges and reds as if it were lit on fire. Its bright colors bring me a feeling of warmth on the cold autumn day. I sit there listening to the birds talking to each other, their songs bring a blanket of calm as they drown out the sounds of the cars passing by. I have noticed the drastic change in leaf color, leaves that were just barely yellow the last time I was here are now a deep orange or stark yellow. The underbrush is littered with yellows and browns from leaves that have fallen off the trees. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"770\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-770x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-19\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-770x1024.jpeg 770w, https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-226x300.jpeg 226w, https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-768x1021.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-1155x1536.jpeg 1155w, https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-1540x2048.jpeg 1540w, https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/files\/2021\/11\/IMG_0095-scaled.jpeg 1925w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 770px) 100vw, 770px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting on the fallen log of what once was a great standing oak, I take in the smells, sights, and sounds of the woods surrounding me. I can hear the wind rustling the leaves as it whips around the branches of the over-story. Looking up I can see a towering white oak with leaves of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7068,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-15","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/15","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7068"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/15\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21,"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/15\/revisions\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.uvm.edu\/jsamitt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}