I'm learning to talk Yankish

3 o’clock. Strangely seems to be my blog posting hour. It is very dreary here. Wilma is whizzing by and bringing all sorts of gray and rain. Also wind, which is blowing the purty leaves off the trees before they get to be peeped by the leaf-peepers.

Leaf-peepers…that’s what people around here call the tourists that drive around to see “Autumn in New England.” They also call yard sales “tag sales.” It was very confusing at first, but I caught on eventually. Oh, and a traffic circle is a “rotary”…which I always thought was a charitable organization that liked to serve pancakes and host auctions.