Winter left a calling card today...
The wind is cold and the sky is filled with fast moving clouds, heavy with moisture from the Great Lakes.
Brilliant sunshine...blinding snow...
blowing leaves...bare trees.
The first snowfall each year invariably ensures a phone call at work from an excited daughter. "Mom! It's snowing. I am playing snow songs on the piano!" The girls are grown, but have never lost their child-like love of winter. For me, the first snow is a signal to find the winter coats, boots, mittens and scarves. Where is the ice scraper for the car? I have to be ready to leave for work earlier in anticipation of icy roads and unprepared drivers.
Where do I rediscover the joy in this change of season?
I think I will bundle up, take a walk in the cold air, come home and have a hot drink, and find some of those snow songs to play.