We woke to the first dusting of snow today. And by 7:30, both Zoe and the dog were outside romping in it. Danny and myself? Not so much. The coffee was calling.
Here's a pic of Zoe enjoying the snow. (The dog had already retreated to the warmth of the house.)
And not to worry - fall isn't gone yet. It's supposed to be 63 again by Sunday.
Oh, and here's another picture of Zoe from two weeks ago, on a walk in what passes for woods around here.
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