So, it was cold today. And I should have known after putting on my third long sleeved shirt (you know, over the other two) that something was up.
I don’t mind the chill that comes with the fall season here and find it a little thrilling that in this part of the country it can go from 85 degrees to 45 in 24 hours. It keeps us on our toes.
So I was looking forward to taking in the fall colors, enjoying the brisk (although brief) sweater season that comes before puffy coat, mitten and face mask season. But nature had a little surprise this afternoon–a little frosting before the leaves have even fully changed.
Now for those of you who don’t live in North Dakota, just a disclaimer: this is not typical. But it is not unexpected.
So we took the air conditioning out of the window and I went outside to take some pictures of the things that, like me, may not quite be ready for the fluffy white stuff.
And now I’m making a casserole (you know, the kind with all of the “cream ofs” added in) in celebration of the first snow flurry and the fact that it has already melted.
The pug’s holding on to hope for 80 degrees tomorrow…
May all his dreams come true.