Hart's seeing his first snowfall. He decided it was a bit cold sitting there, and moved to couch moments later.
The snow fell all day, with flakes the size of nickles. The streets stay clear, but the trees and grasses were coated with white froth.
We went to church, then headed up into the mountains, hoping to see the aspen in snowfall.
My BGF Gail assures me that aspen turn golden and then drop their leaves just days later...and then the fall color is over. A chance to see snow fall upon aspen leaves is not always a seasonal given!
We stopped for brunch at Goldminer's Daughter's ski resort in Alta: it was their last brunch of the season.
From now on through ski season, people who stay get breakfast and dinner included, so no more open to the public brunches until spring time.
(The home baked bread was awesome, and I liked the seaweed salad as well. Another plate had the eggs and curried chicken, and I skipped all but a spoonful of the desserts. So tasty, but so filling!)
Down the canyon is the floor of Salt Lake City, with sunshine breaking through the clouds, highlighting blocks here and there.
Photographers were out with enormous cameras with lenses the size of telescopes. I think I want a SLR camera for long distance views too.
Back in town the snow still fell, and yet the flowers seemed unaffected by the storm.
We stopped and shopped at REI, trying to figure out what kind of gloves I should get, and what kind of winter coat. My black leather coat clearly isn't going to keep me warm all winter. I'm thinking a knee length down jacket...but want to shop around a bit more before I decide.
I did decide on one thing though: Warm gloves and plush fur lined crocs!
Oh yeah...toasty warm toes around the house, and maybe I'll even wear them to work.
Next we went for our weekly free massages, then we headed home to finish the Sunday with cozy cats, good books, snowfalling outside and church bells chiming in the distance.
A nice warm fire would be nice today too...but Tiggs is doing his part by supplying a steady background melody of purrs.
I think that is almost a good as a crackling fire, don't you?