The weather man tells we could see the first snow of the season tonight. I love watching the snow fall. Because I live in the woods, I'm reminded of the poem by Robert Frost. Needless to say everyone was at the grocery store today buying up bread, milk and snacks. You would think they were going to be stranded to days.
I'm watching the 1973 version of Miracle on 34th Street on TV as I write this. It's OK, but not as good as the original with Natalie Wood.
I need to close and go to the window, the newscaster just said the snow has enter the State.