I was at the Dwight Garden Centre this week -- picking up birdseed, not garden seed just yet! Although the seed catalogues are here, and Carol has been poring over them planning for the summer season!
Linda always has an interesting collection of items for cottage and garden at her store, and this season is no exception. Out on the porch, amidst some really unusual and attractive birdfeeders, there was a freestanding 'lampstand' that had a clock on one side and thermometer on the other. It was really attractive -- but on closer inspection, we think it's meant for a more southerly climate. While it goes up to 120 degrees, it will only go DOWN to minus 10.
Mind, that would make us all feel better about the weather, I'm sure! And if you were buying it for the summer cottage, it would be a really handsome acquisition.
Not that I truly have a need for a thermometer anymore. Not since Achmed arrived. That cat, I swear, has a little drip of mercury at the end of one whisker. He comes to the door, tilts his head sideways and carefully extends one whisker outside. There is a short pause while things register and the results get sent to his brain. If the temperature is below his acceptable cut-off point, there is a single shake of one paw, and he zips back into the house, and his 'cat tower' next to the fireplace. (into which he stuffs himself, paws, tail and nose protruding...) We could all learn from this!
If the weather meets with his approval, he goes out for a little trek up to the barn to go mousing, or over to the office to see if he can sweet talk Carol into letting him inside for an exploration.
But it's never more than that single whisker that gets poked outside... I suspect that if we were to examine it microscopically, we'd find it carefully calibrated, probably in degrees Fahrenheit...
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