Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens

[desperance]

I just looked at a ten-day forecast for Newcastle, and was a little startled to see that the tenth day is actually Christmas. How can it be that close, this soon?

Ahem. I have perhaps not been paying due attention.

The good news is that the forecast for Christmas Eve does not include snow, which bodes well for Karen's arrival. The less-good news is that it's bracketed with snow the days before and after, and weather can shift by one day at this distance, no trouble. Still'n'all. I shall be confident, and all will be well.

There's a bright silver haze on the meadow,
There's a bright silver haze on the meadow
The snow is as high as a elephant's eye*
And it looks like it's falling clear out of the sky**


*Not really.
**Really.