Yes, I chose a passage about snow this morning, even though "snow" is really a four-letter word in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan at this time of year. Every person who lives here knows it's coming, but we don't want to admit it. In the passage above, people are celebrating, enjoying the white stuff. Well, it's Christmas day in the book. You're supposed to enjoy snow around Christmas. In mid-September, summer isn't quite a distant memory for Yoopers yet. We're not ready for the eight months of winter ahead.
However, this morning, there was frost on the pumpkin. Literally. The one pumpkin that is still clinging to life on my blighted pumpkin plant in the backyard was coated in a white rime. I don't think it harmed it. However, it no longer feels like summer to me. I am dressed in layers today. Long sleeve shirt underneath a tee shirt. That's how we do it in the U. P. If you don't dress in layers, you may be caught off guard by a stray blizzard or ice storm this time of year. I don't think we have to worry about that eventuality quite yet, but the frost was a good reminder of where we live.
Today, the forecasters are predicting temperatures in the 70-degree range. That's livable. Nice, even. It's when the temps don't get past 50 that I start worrying. The teenagers are still wearing shorts right now, so I know I'm safe for a few more weeks. Of course, teens are hearty folk. They aren't affected by cold as much as their elders.
Saint Marty's furnace kicked in for the first time since May this a.m. He wanted to lie in front of the vent and bake himself.
Confessions of Saint Marty
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