from Ancient Memories After the leaves have dropped and the wind shifts in from the North, after the pumpkins have all withered on limestone stoops and I’ve managed to put away the garden fountain, tucking the ancient green Chinese pot away in any old corner, the snow comes on inconvenient days— Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays— days of work and driving and being out in it. This year, the first snow of December came earlier and heavier than many of us can remember. Rounded piles
