I hoped — a little — that we weren’t going to get snow. But of course, we did. Not a lot. An inch, maybe two. A dusting, really — at least for this area. The real snows will come, I’m sure but this was a warning shot across our bow, so to speak. Winter’s heralding his imminent arrival. Pretty white flakes. Pretty trees. We never did get the leaves off the deck. They will be mulch by spring. I’ve included my first footsteps in this first snow. Guess who got new Emus this year?