White Dog and the White Dog Army craned their necks to see the mountains; they had heard that it had snowed yesterday but they were not sure they were ready to believe it was "That Time" yet.
And yet, the mornings now are cold and we sleep later huddled all together and when the alarm tells us we must awaken NOW the WDA dashes out for morning rituals and then quickly hurries back inside. Although the days are still pleasantly in the 60's no longer do all the windows invite the outside in...and the front door to the sun porch no longer stands fully open all day (this particularly makes Quinn, YoYoMa, and Puff sad as they loved to summer nap there). At night, before-bedtime walks are brisk and invigorating...but Steve pulls on a sweatshirt before leashing up the crew.
This morning before Steve left for work (it was a late morning for him), he took the Army by pairs out for a neighborhood walk. Everyone was feeling sort of restless and melancholy as they captured some last glimpses of summer's splendid color...soon to be replaced by the colors of autumn...changing leaves, russet landscapes, white capped mountains.