The unseasonable Halloween snowstorm swirled outside our windows in Boston on Saturday night, but left only an inch or two of snow by morning. Alas, it was heavy enough to bring down trees and cause power outtages throughout the state. One of the friends I was supposed to see on Sunday (plans were cancelled) had a huge tree fall across her yard and lost power there. Out where my condo is, mid-state, they had about 20 inches of snow, while towns farther west had up to 30 inches.
In the city, Sunday's bright sunshine quickly melted the little snow we had. We bundled up and went out for a walk around noon and, so long as we were out of the wind, it was reasonably comfortable. It's been such a weird fall. Because of the prolonged warm weather, the leaves remain green on most trees instead of turning bright yellow and red and falling. In the suddenly cold November weather, the swans and ducks in the Public Garden were paddling around the lagoon surrounded by bedraggled looking green-ish trees. I carried my camera in hand as usual, but saw nothing I cared to capture. It wasn't until we walked down Charles Street that I found something worth sharing.