(Six Word Story) Snow is in the forecast, and I am not ready. I thought I had more days of summer...more days to enjoy the flowers, linger outside basking in the warm evenings, wander about barefoot. The weatherman says it is a foretaste of what will inevitably come, but it still signals an end for which I was not adequately prepared.
@bill_fe Northwestern Panhandle of Nebraska....and it's been over forty years since we had a freeze this early in September. I am still hoping the weathermen are wrong.
