While practical, it's hard to get excited about becoming a mole for three months and missing the delicate shades of blue at twilight because the best window is covered by SpongeBob sheets. No amount of fooling myself that it's softly raining outside (thus the darkness) or that this benefits my moody side works. The rest of the year is lovely and we wouldn't miss the light that comes in from our bare windows so we don't invest in shades or curtains. The Shenandoah Valley lay below, visible only in the winter and its river winds through the cracks between the trees that separate us. Can't miss that because of a little blazing heat in the summer, eh?
So why am I fussing now? A lovely reporter from the Winchester Star will be coming with a photographer on Friday, as well as guests Saturday and Sunday. Temperatures will be in the high 90s -- we'd fry like crawdads in a skillet.