White
Spring tried to sneak back in over this past week, but it is gone again, as is Fall. Several days of balmy 60f weather and plenty of rain confused the poor shrubbery as well as me. Winter is here, and I don’t care if it is official or not. Those big ol’ fat snowflakes swirling about and coating everything in my yard scream Winter!, not Fall. Sure, the ones hitting the deck are turning straight to slush (which is really going to make this afternoon interesting as I try not to electrocute myself while continuing to drill large holes in my deck with my shiny new rotary hammer), but everywhere else they are sticking just fine. With luck, it will be a quiet, snow-filled night tonight, what little traffic braves the flurries slowed to a crawl and everyone sensible tucked away in front of nice warm fires.
