Pappa Hardy's Musings on Life.

I don’t know why I am dwelling on the weather. Perhaps it was waking up this morning and not seeing the light of the new day when you expect it. Perhaps it was standing in the lobby of the office, looking outside and seeing how dark and miserable it looked. Perhaps it was the constant downpour of rain, which we need before winter comes, but which means winter is coming. Perhaps it was coming home tonight, hearing we might have a freeze and knowing that could mean no more fresh vegetables from the garden. Perhaps it was seeing the snow on the mountain slopes, ever so close to the house as the snow level creeps down the side of the mountain. But mostly, Baby, Oh It Was Cold Outside.

It seems I am paying more and more attention to the weather. That is a sign, I am sure, of my old age, but also of the coming of winter. I don’t like winter, probably another sign of my old age. In any event, I woke up this morning and laid there and listened to the sound of rain hitting my roof, the rustle of leaves moving around the yard, and the darkness that comes with winter at 4am in the morning. It was an erie feeling. It has its own beauty in a way though, and I was prompted to get out of bed and look out the window. So dark, and so damp.