Many people are complaining about their recent cold snaps, so I just thought I’d share a slice of Vermont.
We’ve been fairly reliably into the teens over night for a week or two, and Saturday night (of course, while my boyfriend and I were driving down to New Hampshire) we got a full-on snowstorm. Whiteout conditions on the highway and a couple of inches on the ground waiting for us when we returned home.
Today, three days before Thanksgiving, it was 6 degrees when I woke up and did not crack double digits until 10:00 am. We are predicted to get to the mid-twenties by this afternoon but I think that’s a lie.
Our low for Thanksgiving Day is 1 degree. Yes, one single lonely degree. Let’s not even discuss what the wind chill is likely to look at – it’s been whipping down into the valleys and cutting through everything like a knife.
If it does indeed keep warming up I will head to the barn this afternoon and longe, but – yeesh. This is unusual even for cold, snowy Vermont.