We have passed from Fall into Winter.

Thursday was a lovely Autumn day. I spent my lunch hour walking around enjoying the crisp air and sunshine. The trees were glowing with yellowed leaves and the lake was a ripply mirror reflecting their splendour.
 
When we woke up on Friday it was windy and the forecast was calling for snow. I spent my day watching the wind strip the leaves off the trees outside my window. What had been a sea of gold and green became a spindly winter forest as the trees bowed their heads to the wind and even the evergreens looked like they shivered. Late in the afternoon, when all the leaves were gone, it started to snow. Not the pretty fluffy snow that makes you think of hot chocolate and Christmas, but cold tiny horizontal snow that soon started to appear as white patches among the rocks and collect on my windowsill. By the time I left work drifts were forming in places where the wind could not blow the snow away. When we headed out for the evening everything was white and it was difficult to see the edge of the sidewalk. More than once we stepped somewhere only to be ankle deep in snow and end up with wet socks. Later in the evening the wind dropped and the snow became fluffier and prettier as it often does at night.
 
Today the sun is making a feeble effort, as though not quite sure if it should interrupt the quiet of the first snowy morning. A few snow flakes fall from the clouds. Even if this snow melts we will not really go back to Fall. It’s Winter.
 
 
 

 
 
To ease the shivers induced by these images I present the fibrous equivalent of a hot chocolate - a skein of Cherry Tree Hill’s Possum Worsted in colour Ratta being wound into a centre pull ball. I need a new pair of mittens.