I refuse to call it really winter; it's just too early. Maybe if it was early November, but not in October. This morning was cold and windy, and by noon the arctic clouds were starting to blow across the land. Alternating dark grey and blue sky, they brought brief heavy showers of sleet. By the time supper was ready, the yard looked at least a little white.
Far Side of Fifty blog. But I was hoping it could somehow avoid us. Perhaps the weather gods will bless us and give us a nice sunny November!