I open the Blogger “create” page and glance up from the table while it loads: snow! Fat wet flakes falling in my garden, on flowers that have somehow managed to persist without a frost almost to the end of October. With only one drooping blossom left per plant, the white shooting-star – a native of South America – suddenly looks stooped and awkward, like someone who has showed up at the wrong party, and is just beginning to realize his mistake.
behind a screen of falling snow –
drab autumn color.