My adjustment to early winter weather in the pseudo north continues. I dig out hat, gloves and a winter coat I haven’t worn since 2002.
On our walk this morning, Jack and I are greeted by lawns and roofs white with the heavy frost that kills tender hosta leaves and blackens even the hardy chrysanthemum.
As Jack plows through what was just days ago a cushioned bank of day lilies, sharp fronds poke at his belly, and he tilts his head as if to consider the crunch underfoot. My shoulders ache from pulling him away from intriguing scents in the leaves piled high by the curb.
In the distance, I see the highrise condos through the leafless trees of Cherokee Park. A walk through the park would be lovely. But sunrise comes, my to-do list beckons, and Jack needs to get home for his morning nap.
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This is a lovely scene! Thank you for sharing it (and the photos).
Thanks, Veronica! You went through the south-north transition, too. I’m looking forward to the first snowfall! (But ask me again in February.)
It’s magical. You’ll love it!