Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
Seven Canada geese battled the wind, flopping around in the sky like paper airplanes thrown by kids.
Yeah, winter arrived.
Well, kind of.
It certainly was odd to walk out this morning and have it be light enough in the dark to see easily. Just enough snow stuck to whiten the ground, maybe half an inch.
But it was enough for the meathead to go into full Lab mode.
Good Lord he was jumping around like one very happy dog.
It really has been that long since snow, what almost 10 months.
I finally got him to settle down enough that I could take a cell phone photo of his black Labness against the white snow.
Damm, he is one handsome dog.
I forgive him everything.
No wildlife this morning other than the Canada geese. But maybe I couldn't hear the belted kingfisher because I had two hoods up over my camo flaps-down wool cap.
Town just looks better with a crusty snow.
Safe inside and warm, as I finished typing, my daughter came down, ready for her last day of school before the Christmas break, and said, ``I can't stop smiling because it snowed and it sticked.''
I think her tense on stick made the point better.