Early Snow

Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.
George W. Bungay

Since I’ve lived here it has always snowed on or before Halloween…this morning just a few flurries in the mountains. Fall hasn’t started and it already feels like winter.

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