It’s snowing like crazy again and will do so for the rest of the day. Tomorrow is supposed to be clear and cold and I can already hear the shoveling in my mind. That’ll probably start later tonight, once the squalls are over.
I have to say, I really miss the farm share runs. At this time of year, nothing’s fresh or local. Not up in New England, anyway.
It’s fall in New England and, with the exception of the occasional hot spells, I can feel it. Days are shorter and the leaves are turning color and shedding to the ground. Pretty soon there’ll be nothing left but branches in the sky.
I don’t mind. I like change, even when it’s predictable. I’ve started teaching my WordPress class again – a certain harbinger of either spring or fall – and have taken out the winter pajamas. It’s warm today but I’m sure we’ll be back to comfortable, cool nights before too long.