It is not my imagination. After the first third of October in which it was warm enough to require an air conditioner, the temperatures plummeted to lows far too early for the time of year. We had snow in October, and snow that stuck to the ground and accumulated in November. In December, the first tentative snows have been replaced by January and February-like squalls, and I begin to mutter as another season of shoveling begins full blast, without seemingly a sputter.
I feel completely robbed of the 60 degree days that were supposed to be a prelude to the end of the season.
