Welcome to the Northeast, where a stretch of upper-90-degree days can suddenly turn to rainy mush in the mid-70’s and no one knows how to dress or act or behave anymore. Add in an unhealthy dash of Mercury in retrograde motion and you have the making of a minefield of moods just waiting to be set off by the slightest foraging mouse. Mice be forewarned.
I look back to this past Sunday, when my niece and I took a drive out to Manchester, Vermont for some maple cream ice cream (which is more than worth a drive if you’ve ever had it). The scenes along the way were idyllic; the company sublime. It lives in my head on the rainy mornings.
