Silverbill of Shadow

And yet again there was no raking of leaves. I woke up rather late, so the sun had come up, and the first thing to greet my eyes was the startling whiteness of the neighbor's roof. It was covered with snow. Snow was still falling--the real thing this time, nothing ambiguous about it. Snow covered the fallen leaves on the ground. Of course, it mostly dwindled away by afternoon, because the ground isn't very cold yet. But it served its purpose in making me feel better about the fact that I wasn't working diligently at raking.

Instead, I enjoyed being inside with a nice cup of tea and a delightful phone call from Deb in which she filled me in on all the exciting news of her grandson's arrival on the planet. I felt as if I had been there--not on the scene itself, because she wasn't either, but waiting anxiously in the virtual vestibule with her. She says Asher means "happy," and young Asher certainly made a lot of people happy by deciding to join us.