Today was a dreary day. Wet. Windy. Cool and getting colder by the minute. But I've heard (from the boy in my life, who fancies himself a weatherman) there might be some snow in the forecast. I'm hoping to wake up to a mantle of white.
Isn't the first snow of the year magical?
And isn't this, too?
P.S.: I haven't forgotten about the Borsari Gallery Real Wedding. And, to warn you, I'm going a little mad for plaid.