August Frost (via Tales from the North Country)
This time last year (about three days off actually), I wrote this poem after panicking when I saw frost on the ground outside in August!
This year is a totally different story. Today I’m coping with record highs. I am literally working at home, sitting 18 inches (minimum allowable OSHA distance) away from an air fan.
A big part of me is hoping to wake up to frost on the ground tomorrow…