This is what you get when you send your husband out to take pictures on one of the last perfect days in late October. Because he’s going to be down in Canandaigua anyway, within a stone’s throw of the lake.
Because Canandaigua is a place that makes my soul sing.
Because I know the time is coming when winter will do one of two things. It will blast into Rochester with a take-no-prisoners-attitude or it will sneak into town.
Which is exactly what happened last night. The temperature dropped just enough to chill the air bringing a dusting of snow. Enough to sprinkle the lawns and roof tops; not enough to cover the streets.
Enough so that my two black-coated dogs stand out in the backyard at night.
This morning, the ground looks like the top of a powdered sugar doughnut. For die-hard snow lovers, last night’s “snow fall” was a mere hiccup.
More – a lot more – is coming. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]