It's Really Cold Here

So I don't know if anyone has looked at the forecast for northern Michigan lately, but I can sum it up in one word: SNOW. Snow today, snow yesterday, snow last weekend, and snow every day until Thanksgiving. After that, the forecast runs out, otherwise I'm sure it would include more SNOW.

It all started last Saturday, when Mark and I went to see Saffire: The Uppity Blues Women (a kick-ass group of women if ever there was one). After a lovely evening in which I even got to meet and talk to all of the uppity women, we emerged into the night to be greeted by freezing bits of water falling from the sky: that's right, SNOW. I said this can't be happening! It's not even Thanksgiving!

But it was happening.

Mark made a little note for me on my car that he thought would encapsulate my feelings about this event. (The first word is "What"...)

Before the snow started to fall, I had picked up Maggie from Sundog Boarding Kennels (where, after an initial unsuccessful attempt to locate an escape from the back yard, she had settled in nicely...whew!) and we had gone for another nice walk on the Leelanau Trail. Here are a few views from the trail:
So you can see: pre-snow, not too bad.

We also took a walk in the woods across from Mark's house, before he remembered that it was the first day of deer hunting season. Mark then mentioned that perhaps it was not a good idea to be walking around in the woods wearing a brown coat...and come to think of it, perhaps we shouldn't be walking around in the woods AT ALL for the next two weeks. We headed back to the road.

It also appears to be inadvisable to wear a bit of white at this time. One of Mark's neighbors told me of a tragic event in which a woman wearing white mittens was shot in her own back yard. I hadn't thought of this aspect, and it did give me pause as I was out with Maggie later that evening and realized that I was at that very moment walking around with a bit of white...I am, of course, referring to the bag of POOP that I spend half my life carrying around. Perhaps I should look into some different-colored bags.

Maggie enjoyed racing down the hill through the leaves...

And finally, we got a few bulbs in, JUST IN TIME.








So then it started to snow and snow, and that pretty much brings us up to today. But it's not all bad...Maggie is REALLY enjoying it, and I have to admit (in between screaming to myself "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!) that it's very pretty.

When viewed from the window of a warm house.