The thermometer barely broke 70-degrees F this afternoon, and the low last night was in the 40s (our average July temperature here is a humid 87-degrees).
This is unheard of in Iowa in July.
Well, maybe not entirely unheard of. Legend has it that local people met together on a chilly July day in 1849 to decide on a name for our little town. The most popular suggestion on the table was Summerset. One gentleman spoke up and said “Considering this strange cool weather, perhaps we should name this town Winterset.”
That’s how we became Winterset, Iowa!
So, 164 years later in another July, I’m wearing a sweater and Himself is wrapped in a blanket on the couch, snoring like a bulldog.