November 2020 By Chic Miller It was mid-afternoon on this warm October day. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Not a leaf was stirring in the huge oak trees. The flag at the end of the drive was still. We had just unloaded the last few bales of hay from the trailer. I was glad that the barn was now full for the winter. I thanked Trevor for coming over to help, then waved him goodbye as he headed off to his home in Ono, high on the top of Rainbow Lake Road. He’d be back