We made it back from the ‘burg for a clearly mild afternoon

only to wake Friday in an icecloud which receded revealing hoarfrost which lasted

the entire gray twenty-two degree day…

The next one was bright sun, high sixties which

perked up Dry Creek and

allowed us another lunch on the porch but

by afternoon a drift of smoke moving down

from up north began to occlude the view.

Sunday dawned, or didn’t,

inside another cloud; this time the hoarfrost grew through

the day as temperatures plummeted until,

just as the weather’d predicted, it began dumping at four

and we walked around the block in a miniblizzard for not very long at all.

It was also Leon’s 70th birthday, celebrated far and wide with a zoom party orchestrated by son

Sean…great joy to all! Great joy to dogs, too, who can’t believe their wintry good fortunes.

Come the dawn, however, still snowing and all of minus 2F rendered the white stuff almost too

deep even for them.

It also made forays outside challenging; more a day spent mostly inside

with a fire in the woodstove until late afternoon when the sun showed,

first time in awhile, highlighting the winter wonderlandian aspect of it all.

In October.