December in New England was one of the warmest on record. Old Man Winter changed all that yesterday when temperatures dropped and howling wind gusts strong enough to knock you over greeted us upon arrival in New Hampshire. We arrived when darkness had fallen and awoke this morning 14˚ temperatures and 20 MPH gusts under beautiful, yet deceiving sunny skies. Who would go out in this weather? New Englanders, that’s who…. and mister gardener who couldn’t find the coffee machine. Bundled up, he ventured out to find coffee and came back with Dunkin’ Donut java, only to discover they added cream and sugar. He drove back to the store. “I asked for regular,” he told them. “Well….” the lady said. “Regular around here means cream and sugar.” We’re learning!
New England residents seem to be immune to the bone chilling wind. We’ve watched several joggers in wool hats and gloves breeze past like it was a balmy 60˚. We see dog owners walking briskly along the road. Then our old dog, Mattie, staring out across the moor gave us the heads up to a little ice hockey game that was getting started.