|"Hey Eydie, whatcha doin' with that bag? |
I think that those of us who live in the snow belt must have a little selective amnesia when it comes to the onset of winter. We always seem a bit surprised when our lovely gold and red dappled fall days descend like the thermometer into the depths of the frozen tundra. What is that fable about the ant and the grasshopper? The ant busily prepares for the cold winter that will most surely come while the grasshopper dallies away his time perfecting his mojito and salsa recipes for fair weather entertaining. Well dang if the mint and the tomatoes didn't freeze last night, and the grasshopper will soon be a popsicle if she doesn't get his act together.
|"When is the next flight to St. Thomas?"|
|Yes, I look just like this--perky and cozy. God bless|
So another week-end is on the way. The leaves aren't raked, and it is suppose to be 28 degrees on Saturday morning. That will seem downright balmy in January, but for now I just want to pull my down quilt over my head and pray for some ant friends to save me. That's what happened in the Land of Disney.