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| Tiffany Armstrong's place Saturday morning |
It’s Friday, October 28, 54 days before winter officially begins, and it is snowing in the mountains.
The brief explosion of fall colors is almost past and it is snowing and I just brought in the last of the tomatoes from the three plants outside my back door.
Some may yet ripen, but the stubborn green ones will fulfill their fried-green-tomato destiny, reminding me of summer days, star-filled nights, and the sound of laughter and children running barefoot across the grass.
It is snowing. Winter comes, like God, bidden or not bidden.
The smell of fallen leaves gives way to the smell of wet earth and cold.
It is snowing.
Perfectly, beautifully said, DQ
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ReplyDeleteOne day, we're going to share snow in the mountains with you. MEantime, remembering those barefoot summer days - and the nights lying lon our backs on the lawn ooking at stars. Every season is all the more beautiful when shared with friends.x
ReplyDeleteLiz, would love that and Amen to sharing with friends!
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