Yesterday it was autumn. The sting of winter was in the air, but some of the leaves were still hanging on. They were looking a little worse for the wear, but still there. The grass was green. Well I suppose it still is, underneath.
Winter might not actually be here, but she sent her luggage ahead so we'd be aware that she's coming.
Because, believe it or not, we forget. The New England summer is a big stupid liar and we are just dumb enough to believe that this will be the year that winter doesn't come.
But it will. So we will bow down and offer up the sacrificial hot chocolate, wet mittens, heavy boots and soft skin because we are ever reminded of how cruel weather can be.
Stay warm, dry and well moisturized. She'll be here soon.
Smiles from the farm,