Time to get ready for winter up here in the frozen North. It's a ritual. How do you know it's time? Not by the month. You know it's time if you see cords of firewood dumped in a driveway, or stacked neatly in a line a mile long marking the closest line to the house without encouraging rodents to transfer their affections from wood-pile to attic. You can tell when the stores put the bar-b-qs on sale, and the snowblowers and chainsaws replace them in the show-room. You can tell when the local thrift store has its last bag sale before setting out the coat racks. And you can tell if you have to wear socks in the house or if you and your partner start the long contest to see who can outlast the cold longer before one of you breaks and turns the heat on.
It won't be long, now. The leaves are turning--lots of brilliant scarlet this year--and you can smell snow in the air some nights.
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