Today at coffee following our church service, a scrapbook was passed around showing a recent wedding held in Romania. I couldn't held but observe the wonderful weather they were having, and, as I did make mention of it, Carol said that Paul related a change the very next day. That's October, warm one day and cold the next.
That is how it happens here in the states in New England. One day the tree seemingly vivid for a day, is blown clear of it's leafy brilliance and left bare amidst the sunny yet dark cloudy sky of bitter-sweet. It is how I remember it last year and the year my dad passed away unexpectedly, while taking a brisk walk on a lovely, sunny, yet dark puffy clouded Autumn afternoon.
A time when you see and hear the winds blowing in the cooler temperatures and morning frost begins to appear on your rooftop and windshield. While the birds fly in uniformity going south, loudly. A hint of the wood stoves permeating the air, and thoughts of apple pie, pumpkins, and Thanksgiving visit you, reminiscing times past with family and friends.
Here in New England talk of the Patriots and the Bruins help you forget that winterizing doesn't necessarily mean that fun at the beach is all that there is. Instead of ice cream, it's chili and chowders.
Last week was unusual at least, weather wise. John and I spent time in Maine vacationing, where we witnessed a huge rainbow, more brilliant than any I recall seeing lately, yet it was surrounded by black clouds, a reminder that up North, they would be having snow in the evening. Our weather was fantastic, allowing us to walk the beach for five miles at a time, and stroll in the evening even though it got dark earlier.
This A.M. brought rain, of course, especially when coming out of church in Massachusetts. Yet in Connecticut this evening, after the play and dinner, we experienced large snow flakes, which did not stick to the ground, unlike it did in the hills of Worcester County this past week, with a small snow accumulation. We live on the border of the two states.
One of my sons hobby is observing weather. His yard and home are filled with scientific gauges in which he monitors conditions throughout the year. So, it came as no surprise that he transmitted a picture of the snow "that we missed" while away, and sent a text message along with it. His son is very much like him, going from window to window to watch the snow and other precipitation falling from the sky. I often wonder who is worse. I asked his mom Saturday and she said Nate was complaining that he couldn't see the snowflakes falling while sitting in the bathtub. It all happens so quickly, one day it's fall and the next it's winter. Blink and the summer is gone.
I can hear the wind outside tonight, which tells me it can be brutally cold when your walking, snow or not. Can we ever prepare ourselves for what we know is coming, Like it or not?
I will take a cup of tea and tell myself how pleasant it is. Come to think of it, I haven't even had a chance to view tomorrow's weather report. Sometimes it's better not to know. October is like that. You've got to be prepared for whatever is dished out.
Maybe, I'll cuddle up in a nice chair and read a good book. It's all what you make it. Are you ready?
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