Twenty-five degrees at 11am in the sun, but it's mostly overcast. A strange sort of day. Turn your face first one way and it feels warm, turn it the other way and it feels cool. The floors in the house are starting to feel cold underfoot.
Edgar Watson Howe (1853-1937), American newspaperman, novelist and essayist, known as the Sage of Potato Hill (although I haven't yet uncovered the reason for this). Howe was well-known for his acerbic wit and sour humour. This gem is particularly relevant in a small community like this one:
"What people say behind your back is your standing in
the community in which you live."
Scary thought, that...