It’s been cold, windy, damp and, well, generally like winter here in Connecticut.
If I could, I’d go to work in a Snuggie. As it is, I wrap myself up in flannel PJs and my bathrobe as soon as the sun goes down, living as I do by the maxim that if it is dark, I can wear my pajamas no matter what time it is.
All this cold has me wishing for warmer weather, even though, frankly, I’m not much of a summer aficionado.
This morning I dug out this photo, a favorite even if it’s not as crisply focused as I might like.
Catherine, at left, is 6 here. It is the kindergarten year-end picnic, where the kids were enthusiastic, but the weather did not cooperate. We’re at Tod’s Point; it was low tide (no, I do not know why I remember that but regularly forget why I entered a room).
For awhile the kids splashed in the Sound, played in the tide pools, tried to coax the hum snails out of their shells.
Then it began to rain in earnest. Another picture from this day shows the adults lined up like bowling pins under the porch overhang of the Innis Arden Cottage.
There would be no standing around for the kids. They found the outside shower and had an absolute ball pulling the string and running in and out of the frigid water: