THE FIRST MORNING of October was cold and drizzly and the tall withered grass was wet and just as cold. Dog and I went on our daily hike, heading up the steep trail as fast as we could to keep warm.
No bird sang and or hopped around Saskatoon bushes the way they usually do. The eerie silence was beautiful, chill notwithstanding, but the feeling of being cheated out of fall was also there. Climate change reality and all the talks about ‘the new normal’ can bring enjoyment down a few notches, making it harder to know where gratefulness lies.
The first snowflake looked like a tiny butterfly fluttering by. Almost surreal. Another came and then a few more. It was way too early for snow but I could not help feeling jolly.