Three

What a day of contradictions and extremes! We had the furnace on this morning because of the cold, then when I went out to weed it was stunningly off-with-the-sweatshirt hot in the garden, at least until the wind started and drove me back inside. It's still blowing out there, twigs falling, objects sailing across the street, branches scraping eerie music across the soundboard of the carport. I feel like all of the three bears, looking for somewhere that's just right.