There are times when you know that you have tempted fate. Yesterday I sent a picture of our first crocus to some friends in New England and Canada. At that time the temperature in Roanoke was in the mid-sixties, today it is falling through the thirties headed to the low twenties. We even have snow flurries along with the howling winds up here on the mountain.
As were driving home from breakfast at our favorite Famous Anthony's this morning, we had to dodge the wheeled one arm bandit trash cans rolling down our steep hill. The winds of forty miles per hour and greater had done an outstanding job of knocking over almost every trash can. The ones that weren't rolling towards us like small tanks were already in the ditches. We were lucky since we had stuck our can in the garage before going to breakfast. Our minor mountain can rapidly make retrieving something a real chore. I guess my Canadian friends can take a little pleasure in knowing that their cold weather has penetrated this far south. Sometimes I wish there was a little more of Canada than just the weather that could get inside our borders.
