This morning, Nicholas, also known as the Minister of the Magic Season, announced that it was snowing. We received the first snow flakes of the season today as tiny white flakes floated gently down from the dreary gray November sky.
Unfortunately, the ground is still warm here in New England so the falling flakes did not accumulate to turn the yard a snowy white.
The first sign of snow is always a big event for my children. They celebrate. To them it symbolizes the beginning of winter. They know it won't be long until a good ole fashion Nor'easter will soon be upon us. They look forward to sledding and snow forts and helping Dad plow the driveway.
For me, November feels a little sad. Temperatures are falling. Mornings are crisp and nights downright cold. Trees are barren and gardens are empty. It is the month when I begin to mourn the loss of color to our environment.
Nicholas, on the other hand, is joyous.
To him, it is the month for celebration.
There is food, festivities and with the first flurry there is, of course, this.........