Yesterday was cold, and there was frost in the park when we went out for our morning potter through fields and hedgerows and old trees. At nightfall, I carried my few remaining pots of herbs (rosemary, thyme, sage, marjoram and oregano) in from the deck to spend their night indoors and away from killing frosts.
This morning, the temperature is well above zero, and it is is raining gently in the darkness. I have just toted my aromatic tubs out to the deck again, and my doddery knees protest the damp. Now it is time for a general towelling off and a mug of something hot, a slice or two of toasted sourdough which I will have to share.
Beau went outside (grudgingly) and is now curled up in the warm and dry looking morose. Since there is more rain in the cards, we will probably be spending today indoors for the most part, beakers of goodness, something wonderful to read, lighted candles and cooking pots.
The oscillating weather is perplexing, but at least we are not shoveling snow.
Where I am, yesterday was again unseasonably warm, making the morning Veteran's Day memorials and grave visitations more comfortable than in years past. Today we'll swing back into chilly weather and below freezing nights. The winds are more present than I can recall. This is concerning but we were warned.
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