Between the sparkle of OctoberCan you hear the thud? November. That's how it felt. All I needed was a suitably bleak photo to illustrate the mood before I shared this chilly effusion with you, my dear readers.
and the glorious white of winter
But then the weather changed. Temperatures plummeted. The air began to sparkle like crystal and smelled divinely crisp. A freezing wind came shrilling out of the northwest, and it snowed. And snowed a bit more. The mercury dropped further, and suddenly it was no longer November, but deep winter. People walked around in a state of shock, looking pinched and shivery. The Christmas decorations in the stores began to make sense.
Here are a few photos taken on Monday morning. (I would have loved to take more, but it was 11º F, with winds gusting to 25 mph, and wind chills below zero. A mite nippy for bare fingers on the camera.)
The clouds were breaking as I passed the church on the corner:
A cat had braved the cold before me, and left a long trail of pawprints through the park. (There were plenty of squirrel prints and rabbit tracks too - but luckily no signs of a scuffle.)
The wind off the lake was icily punishing. After facing it for a mile, I was glad to turn around and head back towards the south, where clouds were again gathering over the sun:
An oak leaf lay in the snow at my feet, wondering what it had done to deserve this fate:
One last photo of snow on a railing...
...then it was home, home, as fast as my feet could carry me.
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How's your weather? :)
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