It's come to my attention that Mother Nature has suffered a crisis of confidence. After giving the Northeast nearly a week of 80 degree days in October of all months, Mother feared we thought she'd gone soft. She worried that she no longer inspired awe and had lost our respect.
Here it is, the end of October and the hardware stores are still selling rakes - hardly a shovel to be found. Brightly colored Daffodil and Tulip bulb boxes still fill the shelves, proof that the first hard frost seems a long way off.
The tiny, wild violets that began appearing in lawns last week, did nothing to help Mother's confidence. She appreciated that the squirrels were fattening up on schedule (though if she were honest with herself, she knew they were always looking for an excuse). The geese were steadily honking their way toward the southern cross, but the sight of New Englanders leaf peeping in shorts and sandals was really too much to bear.
So this morning it was cold enough to see our breath in the air. And this evening she reminded us that water comes in three states, not just the two we've grown accustomed to in recent months.
and not tobe forgotten, solid!