There are times, say from mid-January through mid-March, that I wonder why we moved back here. Why in the holy hell did we decide to live in central NY where it can start snowing in October and not stop until May? Why do we live in a place where shoveling, scraping and defrosting is an every day occurrence for at least 4 or 5 months out of the year? Clearly, we must be crazy.
But oh those rest of the months- they make up for the bad weather in spades. Fall in particular- if I didn’t know better, I’d think Mother Nature was simply buttering us up before she slaps us with winter.
Yup…that’s why I live here!