People who do their work out of doors will tell you: winter comes overnight. It’s fall, it’s fall, it’s fall, and then one day you wake up and it’s not. And that’s all she wrote.
That happened here three days ago. We have a dusting of snow on the ground, and the mornings are biting cold. I am comforting myself with a lot of toasty tartan in Red Oak Hollow colors. It is great weather to hunker down while thinking about stories.