November thanksgiving 14: Ohio weather

November sky
We have a saying here: "If you don't like the weather, just wait ten minutes."

Yesterday afternoon, on the way home from speech, we stopped by the river, under skeleton trees sporting a few last leaves, and threw a blanket on the cushy green carpet overlaid in yellow. The Boy laughed at the wind and played in the leaves. Pouffy clouds scudded north, shifting the sky from mostly blue to three-quarters gray and white within half an hour. Last night, I took a walk after dark in a balmy, breezy 70 degrees.

During the night, a cold front rolled in, pushing rain before it. Today, the high will be 45.
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ADDED:

"Don't you like a rather foggy day in a wood in autumn? You'll find we shall be perfectly warm sitting in the car."

Jane said she'd never heard of anyone liking fogs before but she didn't mind trying. All three got in.

"That's why Camilla and I got married, " said Denniston as they drove off. "We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It's a useful taste if one lives in England."

"How ever did you learn to do that, Mr. Denniston?" said Jane. "I don't think I should ever learn to like rain and snow."

"It's the other way around," said Denniston. "Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up.

Noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children - and the dogs? They know what snow's made for.

-C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength, Chapter 5. (HT: The Window in the Garden Wall. I couldn't find our copy this morning. :-)