out my window

The room was filled with a grey light when Zak started tapping my face with his paw and giving me little nudges.  It didn't look quite light enough to think I'd slept in.  But, when I reached out to turn the alarm clock around to face me, I saw htat it was nearly 7 am.  Time to get up.  What's up and no wonder…

My plans for the morning involved outdoor kinds of things, like pulling the raft from the pond with the tractor, and putting the canoe away for the winter (that involves dragging it up the hill and away from any sledding areas) and of course, cutting back the gardens and bundling the now very wet brush…  hmmm.. better to knit awhile.  That's what I did, with my coffee, for as long as I could get away with it.   

The last week spoiled me.  I'm thinking shirt sleeves again.  The trip to Boston over the weekend only reinforced my slant on the weather.  It was too warm for wool. 

Only VPR (that's public radio) includes my area in the forecast and then only now and then.  I switched on the radio, heard a mention of snow about 1oo miles from here, possiblilty of snow in the higher elevations, and maybe at some ski areas.  If I were a weather guy, I'd include looking out my window when figuring the forecast.  But then… I wonder, did it snow at the bottom of my hill?

Time to get myself down to the shop.  If I plan on indoor work, maybe the sun will come out.