...of the season was on the ground when I got up this morning. Enough to whiten the prairie and leave little rills and valleys where the wind has piled and shaped it. No six-foot drifts yet, more like two-inchers, if that.
Can't say I am overjoyed to see it, but it goes with the territory. It's certainly an autumnal punctuation mark. It could be on the menu, if not present in actuality, from now until June.