Moths in December

It's December 3rd and where is the snow. I think the older I get the warmer our winters are becoming. When I was a child (oh boy, she's going to be sentimental) there was snow from Thanksgiving to March 31st. At least, that is what it felt like. The cold weather set in in earnest when the turkey came out of the oven. I remember our big noisy heating furnace died one Thanksgiving day. It was pretty chilly with the only thing warm in the house was the food.

Our Decembers were always filled with snow. There was never seen a bare patch of ground except for the semi-plowed roads in town. The town's snow plows would push up the snow so high on the side of the roads we could dig tunnels into them. Of course, that was all fun and games until one mom would think of the dangers of tunnels collapsing in or another plow coming up the road to keep the remaining snow off the roads. We lived dangerously back then... no seat belts to keep us from careening into the windshield either.

It all started in the 80's when having Christmas in VT we decided to take a walk after the holiday meal in the 50 degree temperature. Donning sweaters we walked and couldn't believe how warm it was as we strolled the neighborhood looking at Christmas lights through windows we pasted.

Now it's December 2012 and tonight the moths have gathered by the old light on the red barn. There are more by the porch light too. They seem to be totally confused, one minutes sleeping to be awoken by 52 degree weather, till now, fluttering in an ever decreasing temperature of the evening. I feel bad for them. It's suppose to snow tomorrow.