Global Warming, Global Schwarming–I’m freezing my @ss off!
I had the window open last night for the fresh, cold air that I love to sleep in. As I gradually awoke at about 7:30, cozily tucked in under the down comforter and cuddled up to Tom, my eyes suddenly flew open in a panic. I knew immediately what that eerily quiet, muffled not-noise meant.
Snow.
127 days without snow. May 18th I awoke to daffodils buried in three inches of the stuff; today my beets, leeks, herbs and gladioli suffer the same fate. For heaven’s sake, the leaves haven’t even started to properly fall yet.
Well, perhaps I won’t have to mow the lawn again after all.
And my cabbages and parsnips are still in the ground! Not to mention the crab apples still on the tree.