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Friday, October 29, 2010

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Okay, so ysterday it was in the mid-80's.  But around my house we are prepping for Christmas productions with choir and the Women's Luncheon, and the house has been filled with carols.  In the morning, before that sun had gotten very far in it's path, we actually did need to turn on the heater.  And ya know, I love these little things that make me feel like the seasons are changing.  Sometimes it's not the temperature but the angle of the sun that tells me it's Autumn.  In my mind's eye (if nowhere else), I can picture the vivid colors of falling leaves, the wind with a bit of a nip that turns your nose pink, the smoke rising from the chimney of a cozy cottage with a white-picket fence, corduroy and turtlenecks and pumpkins on every doorstep. It's something like the autumn Kohl's catalog meets It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  So forget the thermometer, we're simmering potpourri and listening to Vivaldi's Autumn and insisting on living this day as if it is 68 degrees instead of 86.

Which brings me to my question for all of you... What is your favorite kind of weather?  Are you a sun-and-surf person, or a rainy-day kind of gal (or guy!)?  What role does the weather, or nature, play in your imagined "perfect day"?

And, for you authors, what is your best writing weather?  What is the worst?


Terri Tiffany said...

I love the sun! Hence, living here in Florida. After two days of clouds, I begin to freak a little. So most of my books are in fair weather though I have thrown in tornados.

April W Gardner said...

Nice post! ;)
I don't mind the rain. When we had 3 weeks straight this month with no rain, I felt like something major was missing from my life. It's been overcast and rainy for several days (with that nearby tornado thrown in for a little excitement) and I've loved it. I know it'll go away and the sun will come out again. That's what 4 years in England will do you, I suppose. I hated it there, but now (dare I say it?) I miss it.