And foggy, in central Illinois, on December the 12th. We have not yet had a hard frost, a killing frost (or the killing cold that will cull the wood-boring larvae, and quicken the goldenrod seeds in the ground).
And everyone is all smiles, “I *love* this weather!!!! ☺☺☺”
Meanwhile, I am filled with a quiet, creeping dread, at the weeks of Niflhel fog, and the lingering mild warmth. No winter, yet, and it’s winter solstice in a week. No winter. The Long Thaw us upon us.