I woke up to the first snow this morning. Just a light sprinkle, and it will probably melt fast, but still it is snow, real cold, wet snow.
I like to follow the seasons, always looking forward to a change in the weather, always trying to live with the changes. Still, this year it feels too early to welcome old man winter. It might be because I have just spent three weeks in India, enjoying sunny days.
I had a nice Sunday morning walk though. There is always something going on in a garden.