Except it did snow.

Our First Snow.  A more tangible sign of seasons passing than the calendar's notional marking of the equinox.

Which is not unusual for God's Country this time of year - the darn raccoons, squirrels and other varmints need a hint to go hibernate- but came suddenly after our glorious early Fall. The past week, we have had to warm up vehicles, and sometimes scrape windshields, so that too should have been a clue.But the leaves have not fallen, so yards are not raked, rosebushes are not buried. This was my weekend to begin the yard clean up and start putting the gardens to bed.

So, though the forecast had given me fair warning, it was a bit of a shock this morning to look out the kitchen window and see white flakes falling. Actually, they looked more like tiny bits of Styrofoam than flakes. When I walked out to the car, they crunched under my shoes. The flurries are only intermittent, nice lazy flakes almost dancing in the breeze as they flutter towards the ground.

It was -4 Celsius (about 25 Fahrenheit, y'all) when I woke up. As I type this, it has just eased up to 0 - freezing or 32. With a projected high around plus 4 or 40, accumulations are not likely. Even before sunrise, asphalt and other warm areas was puddled, not icy. The side slope of my lawn, and the tips of the leaves were coated with patterns, though many plants still display colourful foliage and flowers. It seems  as if Jack Frost met Jackson P0llock.

This tease of ice and wet will not last. By Monday or Tuesday, we should have daytime highs of 8 or 9 (45 to 50) - not quite shorts weather, but nice for Socktober. Nice enough to melt even the most stubborn stragglers of snow windswept  into shady corners. I will do indoor work today, hope that tomorrow is at least dry, and perhaps mild, and that I will be able to do yardwork then.

For soon it will be Snovember.