Scribe-ls

Early this Oct. 21 morning, around 5 a.m. it was almost balmy out here in Arvada.  At 8 a.m., I was munching Lucky Charms, sipping home-roast and scanning the Post when I heard what sounded like buckets of gravel dumping on my house.  It was pellet-sized hail, coming down in torrents!  I rushed for my camera to snap a picture of the neighborhood (submitted for approval).  In the time it took to do that the hail had already begun to transform to small flakes of s-n-o-w.  Now we've got some middlin'  fluff happening out there.  I hope it stops short of piling up enough to break branches on the still-leafy trees.  Hands off my Druid Tree, Snow Queen!