The first snowfall of the season. I sit in my dressing-gown watching the garden turn white, the flakes, lashed by the wind, teeming down from an aluminum sky. What a show, and the crabby cat and I share a front-row seat in front of a wall of windows. The birds and squirrels at the feeder are enjoying a treat – black sunflower seeds mixed with their regular seed. I am trying to remember my birthday party in August, which took place right here, where now it’s cold and colourless.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much