A Snowfall

This morning’s large fluffy flakes of snow swaying in the breeze on their descent to melt upon the ground transmogrified into golden autumn leaves falling in their place by the time we reached Efford Recycling Centre with another car load of garden refuse.

After this the precipitation turned to rain for the remainder of the day during which we undertook a brief shopping trip at a time when according to Jackie, “they bus in the Olds”, by which she means those older than us, who tend to hold up proceedings. This usually happens on Thursdays or Fridays.

Although we have experienced a few flurries – barely enough to make snowballs – since we moved here ten years ago, we did have a fall sufficient for traditional Christmas scenes while at Minstead, posted in https://derrickjknight.com/2013/01/18/pinched-buttocks/

This evening we all dined on Jackie’s classic cottage pie; crunchy carrots; firm broccoli, Brussels sprouts and cauliflower; tangy red cabbage; and tasty gravy, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Paarl Shiraz 2020.