Just a little weather whining

I love living in the Midwest. I get a thrill from the cornfields and red barns I pass on my way to "town". Guys dressed in overalls, sitting on a John Deere tractor can still bring a lump to my throat, reminding me of my childhood. I love Big Ten universities and I even love Notre Dame because of their fencing program (just don't tell my husband). You can get me reminiscing about the '85 Chicago Bears just about anytime. Ahhhh...red state territory.

What I don't like about living in the Midwest? What we call weather. In reality, every spring and autumn we are given a roller coaster ride that provides great fun for the local TV weathermen and headaches (literally) for the average guy/gal. We had high temperatures near 80 on Sunday and now we have snow in our forecast, for goodness sake!

Let's see, one cannot truly call a warm day Indian Summer until there has been a freeze. I think there is a good possibility of that happening tonight. I must leave now to rescue herbs on my deck and tucky the mums in the garage until "true Indian Summer" arrives for its brief appearance. Perhaps I'll take a couple pictures of the annuals before they perish this evening. That is, once I dry off from the freezing cold downpour experienced just now, which brought about my weather whining.