What a perfect November day! A few flakes on the wind, leaden sky, dark most of the day. I don't know what it is about this weather, but when it arrives I always treasure it. Memories of gathering in my grandmother's kitchen where the wood stove drove away the chill, and the cornbread came out of the oven pipping hot and fresh. And stepping out onto the back porch to cool off after a few minutes, because the stove made it like a sauna. Memories of walking through the woods to gather in running pine and running cedar and holly to decorate for the holidays. The warm glow of the lights inside the house a beacon against the early dark of evening and the wind whistling through the cracks and crannies. Or at my other grandparent's with the oil stoves burning a bright fire in Aunt Fanny's sitting room as she sat at the table writing Christmas cards. Or later when the lights were out and the light from the stove cast odd shadows against the walls. Maybe its all those together and so many more, but when this weather hits, my mind goes right back to Virginia and both houses.
[Cindi, of course, is depressed and hating this weather and wishing for spring. SADD is sad. It doesn't compute with me, but I do see the deep sadness creep up on her.]