I was talking with a friend in New Jersey the other day who remarked that fall was just beginning there; the first few leaves changing color, the weather still uncomfortably warm and humid. As she talked, I looked around and laughed: I was sitting at a frost-covered picnic table, yellow leaves around my feet and a barren tree behind me, with the last Canadian geese honking good-bye as they sped south to avoid the approaching snow. The temperatures hover around freezing well into the middle of the day now, and the weathermen have been calling for snow every other day the past two weeks; our autumn is nearly over.
Matt spent last weekend making sure that our car will be ready when the snow flies:
He took advantage of a sunny, if chilly, afternoon to re-attach the weather stripping across the top of the windshield. We also brought home some windshield washer fluid rated to -60 F. As far as we can tell, they don't even sell windshield fluid rated to such cold temperatures in most other states!
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