I don’t not know why I continue to trust the Weather Channel. They are right maybe half the time. Wish I had that job.
There is nothing quite like the season’s first snow. Tuesday morning it woke me up because it was so quiet.
That was some serious wind and rain on Monday night. I think I slept about two hours.
It was a bit alarming on Monday when the rapidly moving storm crossed over the Vineyard.
My truck is rapidly becoming a closet. The mornings are chilly so I appropriately bundle up for outside work.
How amazing has the weather been since last weekend’s highs of almost 70 degrees?
Brrr. I guess this past week’s weather could be called a wake-up call. I hauled out the long underwear and hats.
Many of the summer people for whom I work chose to stay through the fall. Covid has changed the habits and schedules of most of us.
Every year when the vegetable garden freezes it’s a combination of sadness and relief.
As I often do, I need to complain about last weekend’s wind. It stripped many of the just-turning beautiful fall leaves from my sugar maple.
The last few weeks have offered up some pretty spectacular cloud formations.
Everyone I have seen recently seems to be out of sorts.