Sadly, Winter does not officially arrive until one month from today. I didn’t miss anything at all by not going outside yesterday; in fact, it might have been a little depressing had I gone. This morning I went outside to run the car and mail a letter. The driveway already had glaze patches on it. There were countless jagged icy ruts on the City sidewalk forcing me to take baby steps in some spots in order to walk to the mailbox at the end of the street. Can it be a mere week ago when I confidently pounded the pavement as I headed to Council Point Park, then walked loops around that Park? While donning my snow boots on the landing before heading outside this morning, I felt a small pang as I saw the bag hanging from the cellarway railing, filled with Ziploc packs of peanuts, handy to take with me on my walk. I wondered how my furry friends at the Park were doing and hoped they were not patiently waiting on me to come to give them treats. Mother Nature put a very sudden kibosh to the walking and I sure am grateful I made my goal last weekend, since it looks like a smorgasbord of weather issues are looming large on the horizon. As I stood near the garage door while waiting for the fumes to dissipate after running the car, a flock of Canada Geese startled me out of my reverie with their loud honking overhead. I wanted to call out to them: “y’all should you have started out earlier!” but I didn’t want to rub it in.