Wednesday it began to rain in the afternoon and by evening it turned to snow.  By morning three inches of a heavy, wet snow clung to all the trees, so the brilliance and beauty of fall foilage was transformed into a dazzling and even more beautiful white.  There were billowing clouds in the west, and the rest of the sky was bright blue.   It was 20 degrees without a hint of a breeze, so everything looked and felt fresh and crisp as steam rose from the neighborhood streets.   It was incredible to have walked under the golds and reds and oranges with 70 degrees of warmth one day and the next to be under canopies of white with a chill that invigorated the senses.  If you've been in Colorado, no explanation is necessary; if you haven't, probably no explanation is possible.   You remember the little peach tree that we grew from a pit and has gone through kind of a hard life in its three years?   It was transplanted outside in June and just seemed to be sitting there unchanged for a couple months when, suddenly, it started to shoot up.   It grew to a little over four feet tall and was still all green when the snow fell and buried it.   I brushed the snow away and it sprung back up.   The cold has all its leaves droopy looking today.   We'll see if it survives the winter and blossoms next spring.    I may be overly attached to the little guy.    

This week's Sentinel is a must read if you want to know which Seton alumni moms have organized adoration from 8 p.m. All Souls Day to 8 p.m. November 5th in the Seton chapel to pray for the USA; what day Seton will be making its annual pilgrimage to the Confederate cemetery to pray for the Poor Souls; when Seton's open house will be held; and how much the Col. P Memorial Golf Tournament raised for your alma mater.


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