(Reprinted from Oct. 9, 2013)
Last Friday, Oct. 4, we all awoke to find a cold wet snow had covered our evergreens and golden aspen with inches of white. It was beautiful but brought an abrupt end to summer. It also brought back memories to me of other first snows.
When I was young, my father called up the stairs with a cheery good morning. He ordered us all to turn out because there were apples still to be picked before it turned cold enough to freeze them. We had a great time and were soon soaked to the skin in melting slushy snow.