The sky blankets us with a grey mask of clouds. The thermostat may not reach 20 today. Crystal shards line the street where a plow left its remains. The hardened, pressed snow crunches beneath your feet and your shoes collect a white coating of salt. You refuse to don your boots. You stubbornly resist getting that extra warm jacket out of the closet.
It’s November in Minnesota. We aren’t ready for this. We know we have no choice, but to accept our destiny. We reluctantly wait for just one more above freezing day to decorate the house with lights. Maybe next year – maybe in time to take them in again – maybe I’ll just forget it, AGAIN!⛄️❄️