It was me
On June 1, a hot one, as they say, I finally decided that I could safely put away my winter boots. We New Englanders maintain superstitions, but June 1 carried things a bit far, I thought, laughing at myself, as I stashed my coat and hat away, too, for good measure.
So, if you live in New England, you know what happened next, and you can blame me. No sooner did I stash my winter clothing than winter howled one last time. Now, mind you, it didn’t snow here—it did atop Mount Washington—but goodness. The rain and wind didn’t let up until this morning.
A red sun dawned this morning, and Ollie and I snuck out, heeding the warning and walking softly, lest Old Man Winter hear us again.
Snaps.
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