When the snow came I was so engaged with shoveling and mourning the-first-snow-that-would-stay that I didn’t write about it. This morning I remembered TJ’s prompt: ‘drift’ which really says it all. The snow blew in three foot drifts to the front door, garage door and all around the house. You could and can still see the grass poking through the thin layer out on the field.
It’s still October and we had our first snowfall. It probably will melt soon, but the first snowfall always feels like a momentous event. I can’t imagine what it would be like to see snow for the first time ever—for a person who didn’t grow up with snow.