The slippery slide into winter was a headfirst bungie jump this year. I know, technically we aren’t really in winter yet. But according to the temperature, the snowfall, and my scientific analysis from my back window, we are DEEP in it.
The squirrels are still frisky, running about and stealing seed from the birdfeeders. They already broke two of the feeders and knocked one of my solar garden lights off the deck in their frolicking, last ditch effort to enjoy freedom outside the nest.
I have been writing and editing like a fiend, so I think I either missed most of autumn or it missed us. Either way, the global warming trend is definitely over, if it actually ever began. From my personal northern perch, I ain’t seen nothing yet!
Talking heads on cable channel Opinioncasts have been saying we only have approximately twelve years left to live on planet earth before we destroy it by refusing to recycle our protective tinfoil hats or give up our cars in favor of walking everywhere like they do in third world countries.
Twelve years seems very generous to me, given that winter takes up the majority of the year in Minnesota. I don’t think I can take anymore. Slightly editing the lines of character Michael Fitzsimmons from Peggy Sue Got Married, I’m screaming, “I’m going to check out of this winter motel, push myself from the dinner table and say, No more snow for me, Mom!”
Now that I’ve had my rant against another way-too-early winter, I have to admit it has been a beautiful week for photos. Hope you enjoy the lovely pictures of our super-fast changing of the seasons. Don’t forget to hop over to your favorite ebook store and PreOrder the new Double Barrel Mystery!
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