Oh, November.
by Ophélie
The cold is teasing us. I remember pinning a poppy to my red wool jacket last year, and this year I was still wearing cotton by the 11th, so I guess it’s been warmer, or I have finally built up that mythical east-coast tolerance to the cold. We have days when there is frost on the front yard and days when I don’t even wear a hat. The thermostat is set at 15, just in case there’s a cold snap. I’ve started shrink-wrapping our windows, which is terribly unattractive but, hopefully, will keep the hydro bill under $500 for two months.
(I’ve been messing around with Wordpress for ten minutes trying to upload pictures of fall leaves and new knitting projects. No success. While I figure out what the problem is, go watch this video and get as addicted to Sarah Haskins as I am.)
Comments
This is so funny. I’ve been thinking lately that I must have finally grown a “Montreal skin” because I haven’t yet reached for my winter wool coat this year. Usually I have it out the second the temperature dips below 5.