I wanted to write that it seems pretty early in the season to be wearing boots, but in fact, it seems like the wrong season to be wearing boots. If I am not mistaken, it is still autumn. Since autumn is my favourite season, I am a little sad that it is being usurped by winter this year.
Normally an early snowfall like this would disappear, but it has managed to linger, perhaps promising better skiing and hopefully the chance to put on ice skates this year. If you find it odd that I am choosing to look on the bright (though there is so precious little daylight these days) side of things, perhaps you have forgotten the title of the blog.
A Note for my friend Quinn. The tree growing in the tight space beside the bus shelter continues to thrive.