Snow. No kidding. Spiralling and spinning down the street, down the back alley, out of a grey, gloomy sky.
Granted, it isn’t sticking. The ground is too wet and warm for that, after yesterday’s rain, after a shift into autumn that has been so mild as to be (almost, but not quite) unnoticeable.
I mean, the leaves are still on the trees, eh! The leaves on the magnolia in our front yard are not just stuck on, still – they’re still green, only just beginning to turn yellow!
I guess it’s the aftermath, the residue, the spooky after-chill, of Halloween – a trick played by one of those kids who came tripping down the street, excitedly, in the rain last night, calling out to one another, and to us: ‘trick or treat!’ The little skunks in skunk costumes, with stuffed tails; the white snowy owls; the tv characters, the Wizard of Oz Tin Man, the cowgirls, and of course the skeletons – the growling, scary skeletons, turning on the stair to scare us once again, and squealing with delight as we threw up our hands in horror.
Snow. I ask you.
Chilly, grey, and blustery here. Very cutting. However, the silver lining is that, after today, few leaves will remain on the trees around the houses. So raking may end by next weekend. Then back to the attic, after a two-year hiatus. 🙂