There was snow on the ground this morning. Not only was it on the ground but it was on the leaves of the trees. My yellow daisies were looking out from under their white caps, a droop in their shoulders. Summer is gone. They must be leaving me. They promised to return in the spring. How sad. I will miss them.
There was snow on the ground this morning. The juvenile Great Grey Owl sat on the fence post surveying the snow covered meadow. Where will he find his meals? His parents were killed on the highway. Who will teach him how to survive in the winter?
There was snow on the ground this morning. I am still having trouble believing it. After all, it is only the end of September. The snow isn't supposed to make its appearance for another month. Maybe it's just teasing me.