This weekend I was supposed to meet my sister in the Catskills for one last fall hurrah, but then SNOW decided to crash the party, & now both the Catskills & Northampton are squarely set in that swath of pink. At first I was all, "Six to twelve inches? Please." But then I left for work this morning & had to scrape my car because it was TWENTY-THREE DEGREES outside.
My eyes were bugging out like Donna's.
I love snow, but not in October! This wasn't supposed to happen. Last month I saw a woolly bear crossing the road & he had an extremely large brown stripe, which means an extremely MILD winter. Looks like that woolly bear lied to me.
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