The First signs

With each step we take into November, the landscape shows the course of change.

This morning as Atticus and I stepped out the door, we were greeted by scattered clumps of snow-like matter clinging to the freshly mown grass.

The slight scattering of white brings with it new challenges to our morning walk; slippery boardwalks and even more layers of clothing. But, I have become a master of the three-points of contact rule, even with a leash in hand.