I, for one, welcome our new Wintry overlords!

As we continue in the abnormally extended mild weather, thoughts of Winter slip up on me. One by one per day, I remember the small things of Winter:

Thinking about and being grateful for layers -- not throwing on the lightest amount possible just to get the overlap required for dress code.

Hair can freeze in the morning!

Plywood protective covers for bushes, from the weight of snow  (preposterous as the concept of weighty snow seems when I try to imagine it yet)

Slipping stockings/tights under normal pants, for more warmth. Or under jeans as makeshift snowpants!

Rough-estimating how much of a parking lot will be rendered unusable by plowing.

Dry eyes each time I wake.

Taking care to face full-front to the sun, to maximize the absorption of any solar warmth.

And yet, it's mid-October; my fig is still on the porch and we haven't had a frost yet -- my tomato plant is even still ripening more fruits (slowly, as I forget there's still something to water).

What does Winter mean to you; the little life-as-lived details?