Winter is definitely coming. We had a taste of it yesterday, and I'm not ready for it.
While we didn't get snow or any precipitation, it was cold. Not just chilly, but cold. Fortunately the wind wasn't blowing or it would have been approaching frigid. And I got to be at a playoff football game last night. Yes, I put on extra layers before I left home, and I was very glad I had them. Even with them, though, by the end of the game I was ready to crank the heater in my car.
The tree at the end of my driveway, that was covered in such beautiful gold leaves last week, is now bare, thanks to the howling wind on Monday. I'm just glad I don't have to rake.
As the trees continue to get barer (is that even a word?), it becomes more and more obvious that we aren't in summer any more. I don't know when the first snow is supposed to fall, but I know what will happen. We'll all be thrilled for the first hour, and then we'll be tired of it. I like watching snow fall, as long as I don't have to go out in it. If I can be at home watching out my living room window, that's the best. If I'm at work and still have to negotiate the brick street that gets slick when its snowy and icy outside, that's not as much fun. I've been known to park my car in the off-street parking at the top of the hill and walk down to my apartment. It's better than sliding past the driveway - which has been done before, too.
I can't wait.
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