It's just as well that I moved the jasmine indoors last night.
This morning I peered outside the window to see the world rimed with a layer of snow. Snow on the unraked leaves, snow on the deck planks, snow on the rhododendrons, on the cauliflower chrysanthemums that sat so cheerily outside the front door.
Our large yellow maple still has a nearly full head of leaves, waiting for the next windstorm to shed them. The road glistens in the streetlight, no traffic yet.
The sun will rise, and this first snow of the season will melt away. But it is always a special occasion, that morning when you wake up and see a different world from what you expected, covered with snow, unmarked yet by scampering paws or booted feet.