I suppose every blog needs a “here is a picture of my cat” page. This is Little Sal, thinking I stacked the cellar woodpile just for her.
Now that it’s December and cooled down (?!) into the 40s Fahrenheit, I finally got around to putting on the storm door. Usually it goes up about Halloween, and even then it’s past due because October gets pretty chilly around here. This year I skipped right over Thanksgiving and into a bona fide winter month.
Some years, we tear the page off the calendar and December brings arctic air flash-freezing a bit of sense into us, but it’s hard to take winter seriously when I’m still out on the water with sleeves rolled up, and bringing in traps without spray freezing on the windshield. The pattern of high pressure over the mid-atlantic states has been sending air up from the Gulf of Mexico instead of down from Siberia.
But, the calendar says it’s December, so up goes the storm door. Finally.
Sorry no photo of the door. Little Sal is more interesting.