Snow is cold, rain is wet,
chills my soul right to the marrow…
This is really the only time of year I miss living in Virginia.
It’s 33 degrees Farenheit here this afternoon, a good ten or more degrees below the average temperature for this date. Also, the wind is blowing. It’s very cold!!! Bernese Mountain Dogs like it. Native Southerners with dysfunctional eustachian tubes? Not so much.
But I hear that what we are experiencing today is nothing compared to the weather where Pure Luck is. He went to the store over the weekend to buy Carhartt’s Coveralls, a sort of grown-up snowsuit. The wind is fierce coming off the Nearby Great Lake. It makes me shiver just thinking about it.
Today I’d like to see him, even in the snowsuit.