The Arrival of Winter

It's Saturday morning, not quite 9 a.m. and I have an appointment with Miranda at noon. I should have been able to take care of the make over yesterday were it not for Miranda's trip to the Chiropractor. Well, we don't want her in pain while she is working on me, no distractions must come between the magic of her scissors, the waxing station, and the oh so subtle coloring. I am really looking forward to this. It's almost like going to a spa. I've never been to a spa, but I imagine it's much the same thing except there will be no mud baths or massage therapy. That would be nice, too...I loved playing in mud as a child, little did I know it was theraputic. I thought it was just getting dirty for absolutely no reason. The temperatures in Jefferson have finally plummeted out of the 80's to a more reasonable 25. You don't call 25 degrees reasonable? Well, how about seasonable. It is, after all, winter. Right after the rains came, the fireants made a new appearance. My dear friend Jacqui said she thought they were supposed to go deep for the winter. This was of course before the temperatures of winter had at long last hit us. I told her they were coming up for the moisture. I can only hope that while they were collecting rain water, the temperatures dropped and took care to freeze dry them for the benefit of the birds. It is so frosty out that the air hitting my lungs is painful. So, after a walkabout checking on the birds seed and corn situation, it's back inside to do a bit of housework before I have to leave for Pageland. I am so thankful that winter is finally here. Now, if we could just get some more rain.