(Credit: Charity Robey)
On a mild afternoon early last week, I spotted the first reliable sign of winter. I saw it on the windshield of our neighbor’s car, and it wasn’t precipitation.
“Wipers up!” I cried.
The next day, business was brisk at the Shelter Island Hardware Store. I was there for battery-operated Santa lights (they are adorable) but Dave Gurney was tending to a steady stream of customers, several of them in need of a tarp or devices for securing the tarp to their woodpile, kayak, etc. against the storm.
A man approached the cashier ready to purchase a blue snow shovel as tall as he was, with an ergonomic handle that evoked the undulations of an octopus. He also bought a bag of caramel candy, which he explained would give him the stamina to do what might have to be done if we really did get a foot of snow.