On the last day of the month, we are starting to spit snow out here in the ranch. Sooner than I would like, and the ground is now turning white. It does feel too soon, but we are nearly four weeks later than last year’s first storm, and that one dumped a foot up here on my little mountain top.
It is a bittersweet morning as such. I have more kindling I would like to split for my winter stock pile. More window trim to remove and areas to patch and seal before winter, but today we are inside with the fire blazing comfortably. There are plenty of chores here left to do, but we shall watch the snow with a bit more coffee this morning.
I do, however, happen to have a nice bottle of whiskey now headed my way, so it shall be an okay day after all.