Omens

I am beginning to think winter will be unusual this year. Not so much based on the Farmer's Almanac which says it will be a below-normal snow fall for us this year with the first snow around Thanksgiving, but because of the signs I am seeing about town.



Last week Kiel and I went to K-Marts to get some oil for the car, and I could not believe that in September they had fully decorated Christmas trees up and ready! Good Lord, the boys just went back to school. Can't they wait until at least after Halloween much less Thanksgiving?



And today, while driving down Westside Drive, I nearly popped my eyes out at a huge bright yellow sandwich sign with big black letters emblazoned on it advertising "Snow Plowing"! Snow? The leaves aren't even off the trees yet.



And speaking of leaves, they are falling fast and turning brown quickly. I sure hope we get at least some color before everything turns to dust. Of course, it doesn't help that I have been cold and actually dug out my longjohns, scarves and gloves already. I know, its only been raining, but Kiel said the rain was so solid he thought it was sleet. Even he was complaining of how chilly it was outside. Drew no longer needs me to tell him to put a coat on before rushing to the bus stop.



Its not exactly handwriting on the wall, but perhaps there is something in these little signs. Regardless, I have turned the heat on in the apartment, and put another quilt on my bed. So despite the forecast of snow flurries, I wrap a scarf about my neck and persist in taking my morning walk. Hopefully, Ben Franklin will be right, and the current anticipation will not encourage an early and hearty winter.