We've had rain for days now…and yesterday evening, our first snow—big, wet flakes that chilled your neck and drenched your face and eventually managed to accumulate an inch of slush on the ground.
Today I had to do some errands and when combined with my usual loitering, gabbing, and a stop by a local used book store, managed to swallow the entire day. And a pretty day it was—bright sunshine throughout. Cold, though. And of course the river is now up.
About 4:00 p.m. I managed to make it back to the cottage for a late lunch. Turkey soup, which I gulped, because I wanted to make a quick run upriver before sunset and see if any Canada geese were poking about the backwaters. Dusk comes early along the river.
As it turned out, the geese were absent from their usual hangouts. But just before the sun slipped below the ridge on the west side of the stream, the foamy current washing through the flooded timber turned into a fiery molten gold. Lovely. Worth a rushed meal and short drive.