Socks and Snow

Back in the day when I had a house full of laundry, springtime meant boxing up the socks and requiring all to wear sandals and filp-flops for the summer. The relief felt by the sock sorter was immense and life became suddenly simpler.

Extending the sockless season until the first snowfall, this year October 20, is still habit. The appearance of turtlenecks, winter footwear, and mittens somehow whispers permission to throw out all the orphaned socks from springtime and embrace this first indication of winter.

Ol' man Winter - Bring it on!