The cold extended well inland, even to our hills here, about halfway across the very bottom of New Hampshire. I didn’t notice what the temperature peaked at, but the highest I saw the thermometer get was 45°.
It was quite a shock to our systems, because the temperatures touching 90° on Saturday. That is nearly a fifty degree drop. “If you don’t like the weather, wait a while.”
I stoked up the wood stove both days. It makes all the difference to have a cheery and warm room on a bleak and cold day.
We did get a lot of rain, which was desperately needed.
Today the sun has burst forth beautifully, as the cold and wet slips out to sea. The dry and browning world has gone gloriously green, which pleases everyone, unless you have to mow the grass.