Nothing as harsh as frost on the pumpkin. But sweater weather for we South Floridians has arrived.

I actually watched a weather forecast today because I heard a cold front was moving through.

“Down to the low 60’s,” he said.

I don’t know about you. But that’s not my idea of cold.

Thirty below. Now that’s cold.

When I first moved to Delray, I didn’t think there were seasons.
But after living here for a while, I began to notice the subtle changes.

Winter in Delray usually starts mid-November. Here winter means the humidity is gone. Not sure where it goes but I never hear anyone say they miss it.

Actually I do know where it goes because I asked one of my sons who is a meteorologist. He filled me in. But it’s more romantic to say it just disappears.

At any rate, it’s gone until next March or April.

Without the benefit of daylight saving time, it’s dark here by 6 p.m. And without the sun, the evenings do turn chilly…sort of.

So just like our northerly neighbors, we settle into our winter routine.

Snuggled in our warm houses, we catch up on those books we’ve been planning to read all summer. Enjoy a steaming bowl of homemade soup or a cup of hot tea.

And eventually we give in to the slightly evil impulse that sooner or later infects everyone who lives here during the winter months.

“So how’s weather up your way,” we innocently ask as we call our friends and family who still live in colder climes.

As if we didn’t know…

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