The snow covered roads arrived last Friday and I watched myself drive like a little old lady to the park on the first snowy day of the season.
Ever since I did a donut down our narrow, tree lined driveway a few winters ago, it always takes a few outings in the Jeep to adjust to winter driving.
There are more bare trees mixed in with the remaining color and
in some areas the landscape contained the cold gray bleakness of a late January day.
I watched as Gabby stared at me in disbelief that she was out in the snow without boots and a coat as little snowballs gathered along her legs.
We watched the birds gather around the bird feeders and
the brightly lit distant shore from a week ago disappear as the snowflakes floated to the ground.