It's been snowing. The highs over the next couple days barely break the 30 degree mark. The lows are ready to dip below 0.
If you weren't paying attenion, you would think Montana only had two seasons. Summer, a brief 8-12 week stint that isn't necessarily consecutive. And winter. Which has apparently arrived. A couple weeks ago, on a Monday, we had fall. Then, that night, it snowed and winter took over. Now the still green-yellow leaves are frozen to their branches and will either be blown off by violent wind, or stick around until spring's new leave crowd them out. What will not happen, is they will not turn orange, red, or brown and float gently to the ground below.
Lord help me, what kind of place did my Prince-Charming carry me off to?
