Snow By Any Other Name
Snow was mentioned in my hearing for the first time yesterday, a week before this appears in the paper. I thought I’d misheard. Snow? In September? Then I gave my head a shake and over the rattle I said, it’s October, dummy! Snow has a habit of coming down in time to ruin Halloween for the trick or treaters but the promise, warning, threat – take your pick – was forecasting snow for Thanksgiving Day. Which was before you are reading this so at the moment I’m still wondering if snow means a few fluttering flakes, a dust of white on the ground that’s melted before noon, or drifting in a bitter wind causing the annual hunt for the snow shovel which always disappears after leaning in plain sight against the garage wall all summer. (Those darn gremlins, up to their mischief again.)
I’m hoping for the flakes or the dust, . . . contd.
