Wednesday, November 30, 2016
We woke to a light dusting of snow yesterday, the first snow of the season. I went out to the backyard very early, before making breakfast and helping the children get ready for school, to look around and take a few pictures. The hens were awake and they watched me walking around the yard. They were cold, nearly silent and mostly still, standing on one leg at a time while waiting for their breakfast.
I was cold too. We've been having much colder than average temperatures this week, which looks to continue into next week too. It's hard to believe that we started November with warm, almost balmy weather, and now it's ending in a wintry way. You can see our warm autumn, though, in the way some of the leaves are still green. There are even still a few geranium flowers, in spite of our new sub-freezing nights. It's their last hurrah, for sure, so I've been savoring the sight of them on the patio. Yesterday, their leaves were little star-shaped cups of snow.
Flurries fell throughout yesterday morning. The sun hid; an icy wind blew. This morning, it's frigidly cold but the sun is bright. Things have changed out there. The backyard looks different, already a bit less green. The trees across the arroyo, which glowed golden last week, now wear just a few brittle, brown leaves. The mountain peaks are delicately frosted today, white lace against a crystalline sky.