I have friends in Minnesota. I give them a hard time about the fact that they can sometimes get snow 11 months out of the year. This stuff happens to them. Not here. Not to us.
This post? I’m warning you now, not a Friday Favorite.
We woke up this morning to this-
Which is hard to see, yes. I could handle it, though, knowing that it will be gone by this afternoon. It’s October, after all. It’s nice knowing it won’t last.
And then I made the mistake of turning on the radio. Not smart.
6 to 10.
As in inches. Of white precipitation. Cold – something defined by a small word which I will not write here.
The twins were still home when we heard the weather. They jumped up and down and squealed.
I walked out of the room.
I called Paul, whining. (Really, I was.)
He was worried– “Hon, I thought something was wrong…”
“What do you mean? There is something wrong.”
He laughed. And I could almost hear his eyes roll.
I resorted to calling my mother.
She likes snow.
She didn’t know we were supposed to get more tomorrow.
I told her.
She laughed. Happily.
And then I called her out- “Mom! You’ve been playing Christmas carols, haven’t you?!”
We always tease her for her premature playing of carols. She starts playing them, oh, around Labor Day.
Okay, maybe a few days after that.
Which is just one of the many reasons I love her. She’s funny. But this morning I told her she was really odd.
But she was happy. Which is good.
Because it kinda’ rubs off on other people.
Even when there’s white cold stuff on our lawn.
And on smothered flowers.
And on drooping roses. Oh, Abraham Darby, I understand. I feel your pain. It has me with my head hanging, too.
Stubbornly, I went in search of something that resembled October.
I found some in our sun room.
Then I found some on our computer, photos of what we have been doing the past couple weeks.Spending sunny Saturday mornings at the library.Studying.
Wearing short sleeves.
Hiking Soapstone in the afternoon.
Spending Columbus Day at an orchard. Cold apple cider. Pumpkins, cider donuts, blue skies, green leaves and heavy-hanging fruit.
It was roasting. Sunny. 80 degrees. Lovely.
Having cookouts in the backyard.Grilling hamburgers. Hot dogs.Marshmallows. Then frisbee on the lawn. It was warm- and then just chilly enough to put a sweatshirt on as the sun went down.
October in Connecticut.
And that’s how I’ll end this post- with this blog looking like October, thankyouverymuch.
Lots of photos coming up next week…