Pitter Patter...

I'm sitting here enjoying a biscuit with honey and listening to  the pitter patter of sleet against the window for the first time this year. What will the future hold for this winter? Snow? Ice? Sleet? Bitter cold? The options are exciting to me! The day dawned with a hard, icy rain pounding on the roof. Heavy grey clouds obscuring the sun. Wind, whistling past the eves, stripping the last red, gold leaves from the trees. Winter signals it's approach.