It was cold and blustery when Rufus and I went out for our morning walk today. Leaves of red and gold and burgundy and brown swirled down on us as we walked along. We had dressed for the weather, however; Rufus in his thick black fur coat, and I in layers, including a long-sleeved knit shirt, a hooded sweater, and a warm leather jacket. I also wore gloves and the beret I bought for Julie years ago.
I can't speak for Rufus, but I was enjoying the weather. Then I noticed - could it be? - a snowflake blew by. Hm-m-m... maybe just a fleck of something white that the wind had picked up. No, there was another one... and another. It was definitely snowing. I was utterly exhilarated to think that I was actually outside when the first snow of the season began to fall. Oh sure, it snowed for less than a minute, and I don't know that any of the flakes even made it to the ground, but I was right in it. It was wonderful. I wish it would have snowed longer and harder, but I am sure I will experience plenty of that before too long.
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There was snow in Stockholm last week! I was very envious; it never really snows on the west coast. There's basically just goop. Is it me getting old, or is fall getting shorter for each year?
Well, let me first assure you that you are not "old" - because what would that make me then? This is actually about the normal time of year for us to get a first snowfall.
I guess it makes sense that it wouldn't snow right on the coast. How far are you from Stockholm?
that was a beautiful post, mom! there really is something wonderful about getting to be out there experiencing the seasons--and as you know, this time of year is my favorite. fall is really gorgeous, and i love that dawning awareness you get when you see the first snowflakes. i remember i was driving home from athens one dark evening, and all of this stuff was blowing around my headlights and above my car. i was certain it was fall leaves but gradually i realized...
Thanks, Jules! I am glad you liked it. As I walked along, I was actually thinking about how you and I used to take Bobo for a walk in our old neighborhood. Remember the time we saw a little owl in the tree right above our heads?
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