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Waking up to winter

Tuesday, November 12, 2013 16:53

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(Before It's News)

Guess who made an appearance today?

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Old lady winter revealed herself overnight and with authority. While the snowfall was insignificant, it did make for a nice, albeit short, display:

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But it wasn’t really about the snow at all. It was all about the frigid temps and the severe winds.

I raced to bring the rosemary and a small plug of mint into the garage so they could be saved from the harsh conditions, knowing they would ultimately end up indoors for the winter. By the time I was done with that task, I couldn’t feel my hands and had a sweet snot moustache. Good times.

Once what little snow we had melted, the winds took hold and have yet to stop. As bad as the winds are, I find myself entertained by the dancing ornamental grasses:

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When we say grasses provide movement in the garden, this is the extreme.

In fact, check this out if you like watching grasses dance:

Think the grasses are scared? Hell to the “no”. They’ll bounce back.

One last thing. And let’s step back into fall for a minute.

We spent this past weekend in Connecticut with family (with hospitality like no other from J&N) and had a chance to visit my wife’s cousin at Quinnipiac University. There is absolutely nothing like a New England autumn and nothing like a New England college in autumn.

Here are a few pics I snapped along the way.

While I may have put the family in danger by taking this photo on a narrow side road near the school, with cars flying by in all directions, it was definitely worth it: