every year (for the past 5 or so) around this time i think about the way things were when i was a kid. i mean the weather.
"when we were kids, we had to walk to school in the snow, uphill, both ways!" no. but, really. the winter was cold and snowy. and we hated it and loved it at the same time. it was such a thrill to go outside and be bombarded by the bitter cold. it made us feel alive. it also made us feel thankful to go INside. hot chocolate with marshallows was always waiting after a hard day of sledding because school was cancelled.
just last week it was a balmy 53 degrees here in my corner of new england. that freaks me out, people. are my kids and grandkids going to inhert an earth that can't cool itself down anymore? will they be singing christmas songs and asking what a snowman is? it scares me. bigtime. and i feel helpless to do anything about it. i just makes me sad, you know?