We've had an extraordinarily warm and beautiful autumn. Many trees are still red, orange, gold or bronze and holding onto their leaves. But today the temperature dropped from the 50s in the early morning to the low 30s. Snow began falling just at 10:00 when I went out and continued in a serious blowing spate for two hours. Soft, wet, white, fluffy snow settled on the green and red and yellow leaves and outlined all the branches that had become bare. It was very beautiful although I was not prepared and should have worn warmer clothing.
These two photos near my apartment show the surprised green of shrubbery and the still hardy looking vinca, partly protected by overhang at the very edge of the building. The header picture was another nearby shrub with red leaves. The snow is so wet, it will melt away tomorrow unless the temperatures stay very cold. The blue skies and beautiful autumn days will probably returned like a ballerina taking another bow. But we cannot argue that it's not time for the gray days and barren branches of winter. We who live in this part of the country mostly are happy to have four seasons. Saying goodby to one does not always mean joyously welcoming the next.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!