Suddenly Autumn was at the height of perfection, every leaf an exquisitely painted gift, every breeze carrying a shivery wisp of sublime October. I was in pure, seasonal heaven.
Then along came a deeper chill, a gust of dense wind from the North, and the trees were shedding their leaves in waves. The air was alive with golds and reds.
And then . . . white.
Piper is in Norweigen Elkhound bliss. She tries to eat the flakes as they fall. She SMILES. It's as though somewhere deep in her gut she knows she comes from long lines of dogs who love such weather.
For those of us who aren't as fond of the cold it means a little bit of sadness. Fall is my favorite time of year and it's beauty is so fleeting, you look away for a second and it's gone.
As I type this the evening is gathering and it is snowing like crazy. Huge, heavy flakes are blanketing the ground at an alarming rate. *sigh* It's all good though. November is silently beautiful and magic in its own way too. And the best news is that I finished Emma's blanket last night, not a day too early.