Tuesday, December 8, 2009
December 8, 2009
Over the weekend we had both our first frost and snowfall of the season. Together. In my memory that's a first. And the latest first frost that I ever recall. Our typical frost date is in late September and here we are in December, over two months late.
The weather turned on a dime like a damned traitor. From the 50's and up to 70° a few days ago, it's now down in the low 40's for a high and predicted to slip into the 20's. Not funny.
We're still riding our bikes everywhere, of course. Wool sweater under a thick sheepskin jacket, wool hat, fingerless wool gloves, long thermal underwear - with shorts over to preserve that summer feel. I'm in denial about this winter.
Posted by Tales of a Seaside Inn at 8:58 AM