The frost was barely on the pumpkins this fall. As I write this, Mother Nature looks to be giving us a foretaste of the winter to come. Early snow squalls like this make for some beautiful juxtapositions. Many of the trees and shrubs are hanging on to spectacular color while the white stuff is sifted upon them like flour. I am not a fan of the white stuff, it means shovelling for hours on end. If you remember a few years back we were treated to a white trick or treat.