Sunday, January 20, 2013
The ugly days of half measures.
If the weatherpersons are to believed the temperature will drop 20 degrees, soon. It's a nasty day, a nagging wind, an overly silver sky, and the terrace's leaves rustling and rattling and neither dead nor alive. There are still green leaves on the Abraham Darby rose, and the crass daylight carcasses of the Christmas lights. One blue pansy, and some white and half-reddened strawberries. The next few days will take care of those.
Soon, sub-sub-freezing. Winter, at last.