the fifteen minutes it took me to walk to Wilson Farms were a miniature nor'easter—spits of rain, firework lightning, stinging gales of snow that blew down a freestanding stop sign
Heavens. Well, I'm glad it mellowed in time for you to walk home. Tuesday night was middling nasty here--took rather longer to get home from the train station than usual.
I would not have been surprised to learn that they had blown there from Boston Harbor.
How many miles is that, if I might ask?
I'm surprised sometimes at how far inland seagulls will come.
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the fifteen minutes it took me to walk to Wilson Farms were a miniature nor'easter—spits of rain, firework lightning, stinging gales of snow that blew down a freestanding stop sign
Heavens. Well, I'm glad it mellowed in time for you to walk home. Tuesday night was middling nasty here--took rather longer to get home from the train station than usual.
I would not have been surprised to learn that they had blown there from Boston Harbor.
How many miles is that, if I might ask?
I'm surprised sometimes at how far inland seagulls will come.