It is really cold outside, in the thirties, something I don’t expect at this time of the year, at least not yet. I like to transition into it, not just be flung from the heat into the freezer.
It was not meant to be.
Our unseasonal fall transition has made us unprepared for what was coming.
I went to the gym early, after locating the snow shovels I had stored in the rafters of the garage, realizing that I want them handy if and when the snow really comes. Yesterday, I cut down some plants that I was waiting to do later, but the cold weather changed that.
I brought some wood to the back door, getting ready to make that fire in the hearth.
We had less snow than all the other areas. It was snowing so lightly and with such little consequence that we were not offering our son, the snow removal expert, with proper information about what he needed to do. As it turns out, he quickly realized that and went out to salt. Even when there isn’t enough snow, there are clients that still need to have properties salted.
We went to see a play last night and the amount of snow, although only a few miles from here, was heavier. Walking on the sidewalks that people were not expecting to have to clear, was not easy and I slipped more than once.
It makes one wonder. Will we have more? Will it be a heavy winter season or are we just being teased?
That remains to be seen.
Meanwhile, I have my book and a roaring fire in the hearth.