It’s vicious outside. One minute I look up — like now — and see that it’s snowing teeny little flakes straight horizontal because it’s that windy out. Five minutes ago it was sunny. It’s been going back and forth like that for hours. I looked up after the first two sentences, and hey, now the flakes are twice the size they were before and seem to be blowing in a whirlwind. The wind chime outside the front door is tinkling somethin’ fierce. Figure today out.
So I don’t really feel like going outside. I guess this is the weather we were supposed to get yesterday.
Sometimes I just want to take pictures inside, anyway. My mom’s a collector of funky things, and seasonal décor is gradually being rolled out all the time here. There’s a great deal, a hel del, of still lifes waiting to happen. All of these pictures kind of look like the transition between spring and winter to me, although it could just be the benefit of me knowing what the whether is like on the day they were taken.
It stopped snowing again. Who’s surprised? Not me.
Edit: But now it’s snowing again, two minutes later. Big flakes.