I am long over seeing the wonderful majesty of a winter's snowfall.  That crap can stay up in the clouds, the heavens, Canada, wherever it lives and it can stop back during the hottest of summer days when the plants need watering.  Because I don't like the hottest of summer days either...or dragging out the 500-pound hose to water all that the spring antagonizes me to buy...to save them on clearance racks.

So, I guess one can assume that Fall is my season.  I was married in the fall, school starts in the fall (I can buy school supplies like crayons, and pens and stick glue without side eyes at the amount I buy) and I like the cool but not cold, weather...with the oranges and rust colors to soothe my over cooked heart as I await the Great Pumpkin.  

After cleaning up 18" of the fluffy white stuff from Sunday past, that is causing me aches in places that shouldn't ache, dizziness, and an overall feeling of dread, the WEATHERMAN suggested --- suggested we here could get a Nor'Easter on Sunday.  Sunday.  Days from now.  More cold white crap.  The highs so far for this week is 14 degrees, with -4 degrees as the lows. 

Bye, Bye heating oil...AKA MONEY.

Ah, Winter, thou art a cold, cold season...