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.
I'm pulling the extra sweaters out of the back of the closet, because I know it's only a matter of time before the snow flies. Even now, as I walk the dog, I can feel it in the wind. It just cuts through everything and makes me wish I had dressed more warmly before leaving the house.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I complain, though, I think we need variety in the seasons. I often feel bad for folks who live in Florida and southern California, because they never get to experience change.