It's cold outside, Baby.
And being my ridiculously cold self to begin with, this makes for pleasant days for Anna.
Here in the Midwest, November is bitter. I was having a nice time with the 70 degree days and balmy(ish) breezes. But last night it snowed North of us and scared me. Winter... is that you?
I'm clinging, so desperately to some semblance of Fall. There's still some trees who are holding out, hanging on to their leaves.
I love those trees for trying.
Winter is coming. I can't deny it too much longer. The trees and I can hold out until it snows though, right? We can cling to Fall for a few more weeks?
I'll feel better, just for trying.