Day 27 brings the season’s first legitimate snowfall right to our doorstep in Gloversville.
What started as quiet afternoon flurries settled into steady snow, putting down a solid inch across the lawn, porch steps, and garden stones by evening, while melting away on the warmer street pavement. There is an unmistakable shift in the air when the first true blanket arrives—dusting the gnawed Halloween pumpkin by the steps, settling onto the resting garden deer, and clinging to the vibrant scarlet leaves and hemlock cones. It finally looks and feels like winter, with plenty more on the horizon. Tomorrow, I’m heading north into the Adirondacks to track down late November in the backcountry.