I just noticed goofy brown dog sitting in our front yard. He looks like he's standing guard. Waiting for the arrival of something. What's he waiting for?
Then I noticed the how the grass has turned yellow. The field across the gravel road has been plowed. The sky is a heavy, thick, gray.
The forecast has flurries. There's a pile of wood outside. I'm knitting a cloche for my niece to wear with her vintage wool coat. Tonight we're venturing out to buy snow gear for sweet Sophie. This weekend I'm listing holiday items on Etsy.
I know what he's waiting for. This ain't his first rodeo.
It's winter. It's coming.