Today started off as a gorgeous day--sunny, temperature at 76 degrees at 9 in the morning when I was preparing for a trip to the library.
But the weather report warned it was not to last, and it did not.
The sky has turned grey and the palm trees are bowing in the strong north wind
while the temperature plummets.
It will be a good night to heat up a bowl of this sweet potato soup with roasted red pepper and toast up a crusty roll to dip in olive oil.
It is a literary day for me. This morning at the library I met with an area poetry group and I felt an instant connection there. Later I will Facebook with two of my Vermont writing partners.
I do miss my Vermont family and friends, but not the winter weather. I have heard too many stories about falling and getting stuck on ice to miss the place itself. I heard from one friend today who fell on the ice outside her back door and could not get herself back up again. After 40 minutes of being sprawled on the icy ground with her husband and a neighbor slipping and sliding all around her and not being able to get enough purchase themselves to lift her, her husband got out his tractor with a bucket loader, scooped her up in it, and drove her to the front door. Can you imagine!