There’s a hoar frost on the meadow;
And I was in t-shirts and shorts but six months ago.
The warmth of August and mellow September;
Gave way to this; bitter December.
The icy wind numbs as the equinox draws near;
Summer’s but a mirage at the end of the year.
I’m longing for spring and the longer days,
And balmy nights and warm summer haze.
But for now those brass monkeys better beware;
Global warming is in the air…
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Tramping through the snow with ne’er a care.
I was blessed today, totally privileged to be in southern Spain. Sitting in a cafe I now realize I burnt my arms in the sun. Damn. They are bound to get more sore.
As we slowly (or rapidly) get overwhelmed by colder and colder winters the need to move to warmer climes will become imperative. I say do it now. Get in before the rush.