October 12th, 2006



A windy twenty-six degrees this morning.  Little patches of snow dot the lawns, like little islands.  This snow looks to be as curious of its existence as we are.  It is a pathetic little snow, out of place and too sparse to mount any united effort against the yellows and oranges of autumn.  We humans are somewhat dumbfounded by it all, stumbling to find our scarves and mittens.