Shock and awe—that’s the only way I can describe it.
The snow that greeted me the other morning gave me a niggling feeling we had waited too long to head south. But I had to make the best of it, so I dug out of the garage the musty old coat and shook it out.
The toque I had left in the sleeve was still there, along with a 10-pound stash of weed seeds some chipmunk is going to be really ticked off about losing.
The insulated gloves I’d hidden in the tool drawer were well-chewed on by the resident mice, but they will have to do.