Just yesterday morning, I remarked to Molly how great the Japanese maple in our back yard looked. All of the leaves had turned bright orange, as if it was burning from within. Autumn was still strutting its stuff.
Then things started to change. The afternoon brought colder air and lazy flurries from the sky. It’s the best kind of early winter weather, I think, because it looks great but doesn’t snarl up traffic. While the forecast called for a few days of unusually cold weather, we went to bed Sunday night confident that any moisture in the air would pass us by.
Wrong. It’s been snowing all day today, and I’d say we have about 1-2 inches of unexpected accumulation in our back yard. The kids have been unbelievably excited. Alex is now convinced that Santa will come any day. I can’t convince him that snow doesn’t make December 25th come any faster… to him, “snow” means “Christmas.” No matter. Today, everybody’s happy. We’ve got a fire in the fireplace, and Fall has unequivocally given way to Winter.