Fall Colour Surprised by Snow
It came. It fell. It melted. But it was here – the first snow. October 7th. When I woke up, from my bed, the light looked a little different. I went over to the window – and there it was; a world of white. Lyra was awake but unaware. I lifted her up to the window. “Snow, snow!” she cried, “can I go out and play in it?” She roused her brother, who woke out of a dead sleep to say, “Oh, we have to build a snowman.” “Snow, snow, snow in ‘Tanada,” he sang softly as I got him dressed. They were out playing before breakfast, making snowball tracks in the grass as they assembled their snow-thing. In the end, Lyra said it was a snow sheep, and took Baa, her own well-loved sheep out to meet it.
Taste of Snow
Snowsheep with Old Dining Hall in Background
