I love the first snowfall of the year; I really do. There’s something so magical about it. But let me clarify, the first snow of the year is supposed to be light, fluffy and romantic. It’s supposed to stick to the tree branches for about half a day, promptly melt, and let us resume at least another month of fall.
But ohhhh no. Here in Halifax, we woke up to cold, snow and slush. On Nov. 6. It’s just so wrong.
Here are a few photos of our “fall” taken by my friend Mike Postma: