Old
man Autumn must have looked at the calendar Friday, because he roared in during
the night, rattling the windows and dumping rain on the roof. At midnight, when
one of the dogs had to go out, the temperature outside was sixty. But shortly
afterwards the house shook and rain poured like pea-stone from a dump truck. By
breakfast the temperature had dropped to forty-nine and the howling northwest
wind started breaking up the clouds.
Flannel
shirts and added layers. Chores first and then off to the woods to run the dogs
and find some grouse.
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