Last night I smelled Fall in the air. Yes I said Fall. You know that smell, it's hard to describe but it fills you nostrils and tells you, "Snow is on the way."
This morning the surprise is here. White fluffy flakes holding on to the tree limbs and new leaves with all their might so the wind will not take them to the ground. The green, green grass is covered but the gift is the walk is so warm--no shoveling.