Yesterday, I wrote about how nice the weather was, and how warm it was out.
Guess the joke’s on me. 😉
Yesterday, the day’s high was 78 degrees. Today, when I got up, it was freezing out (32), and we probably won’t even break 60 degrees.
Tonight is supposed to be stormy (though they aren’t saying anything about snow). At least that should help to get rid of the fire warning we’ve been under since before the last time it rained.
Well, that cold front that moved through earlier this week has moved on again, leaving weather cooler behind it, but not nearly as cold as it was for those couple of days.
I’m wearing my un-zipped winter coat when I walk the dog in the mornings, though I could probably just get by with a wind-breaker jacket. I also don’t need the hat and gloves any more. Of course, this being Missouri, you can’t count on this weather lasting. Probably get another cold front coming through before too long, with snow behind it.
Rocky would love that. He really loves the snow. Of course, his heavy fur coat helps. He doesn’t care too much about old crunchy snow, but when it’s fresh, he’ll bound through it and snuff in any footprints he sees, which makes him come up sneezing.
I don’t think he cares for rain, though it doesn’t bother him as much as it does me. His thick coat protects him from feeling the wet until he’s been out in it for a while. Of course, then he has to shake himself off once he gets out of it. And then the whole house will smell of wet dog.
For all the fun he has playing in the creek when we let him, he sure doesn’t care for getting wet other times. Like when he’s getting a bath. We have to trap him in the bathroom to get him to even consider going in the tub, and then he’ll just stare at us with those eyes of noble suffering, while we try to move him around so that we can clean all of him. Can’t help feeling sorry for him, though it’s probably at least as much of an act as when he stares at us while we’re eating, with eyes that say he’s such a good dog, and he *never* gets anything to eat.
I’ve always liked fall and spring, the time of year when it’s not too hot or too cold, and I can be comfortable by either putting on or taking off a sweater. It’s better when we can open the windows, but that temperature rarely lasts too long here.
I don’t tend to like the cold rain that also tends to come at this time of year. Especially when it lasts days on end.
We’ve had a pretty good fall so far this year, few days of rain, few days that were super cold.
I think that’s coming to an end (at least for now). There’s a front moving in that is rapidly dropping the temperature, and it’s supposed to be far colder tomorrow. I think I may have noticed it move in. I didn’t see it, no big band of clouds grabbed my attention. But I looked out the window, and realized that the wind was blowing (which was probably why I had started to feel cold inside the house), and the leaves were really falling. It almost looked like the huge flakes of snow that sometimes fall, only red and brown instead of white.
I don’t know how soon the real snow is going to fall. We probably should have the kids rake up the leaves before it starts happening, though. We had them at least clear off the driveway over the weekend. Not that you could tell they had done anything by the time they were finished, though.