everything changes
It is now November 3rd. The colder weather has rolled in and the lovely shades of reds and yellows are gone. The trees are mostly bare. We are entering the season of stark contrasts, highs and lows. I have been told some folks call it stick season- the season before the snow, where the trees are bare, sticks blowing in the wind. The snow will roll in. Not sure when, but it will come. Boys anxiously awaiting its arrival and the beginning of ski season. Also the beginning of snow pants, warm socks, base layers , hats, gloves, and more layers. Things a Southerner could really never think about getting her hands around.