Memorial Weekend is here. This is the weekend that most folks kick off their summer cookouts and open their pools for the season, even campgrounds kick into full swing with their campers.
This year I’m glad I’m not one of them. It is a cold Memorial Weekend here in New Hampshire. It is one of the coldest I can remember. Snow even fell last night. I saw it. It even stuck to my mom’s skylights in her bedroom. She made sure to point this out to me last night when I could believe my eyes when we saw the flakes falling from the sky in big globs. It is not like we live in Northern New Hampshire either. We are down on the Massachusetts border.
I was worried about our garden. But Mike reassured me that they would be alright even though we didn’t cover any of the plants.
We didn’t wake up to any snow on the ground, thankfully, like some people did in the western part of the state. But it was cold none the less.
The first thing I did in the morning was look outside at the garden. Everything looked like it was still alive. Thank God… My zucchini has been growing so good.
Cold weather does have its advantages though. Since I don’t like it, it made it much easier to stay inside and write.
I have finally pushed past where the kids catch the kitchen on fire. Everyone made it out alive. I won’t tell you who saved the day. You’ll have to read the book to find out. But I am happy to say I added over 3k words to the file today. That is more than I set out to write.
When Kate posted that we should have a goal of 250 words because of the holiday I figured I could at least do that.
Well, well, well, what do you know? I got to the 250 words and kept right on going. How about that?
I think I surpassed my ninety minute writing spurt too, so now I can go back to gaming for the rest of the day while I try and plot out what will happen when the boys ask the girls to the dance.
Have a Happy Memorial Weekend and stay warm and safe everybody.