BY Tara Hunt '12
As the temperature drops and frost cakes my windshield, ’tis the time to unpack boxes of down coats and knit mittens and perhaps make myself one of those draft-stoppers to smoosh next to the sliding patio door. For me, ’tis also the time to turn off my country music.
No, I’m not listening to Christmas music. I remain fervent that Christmas music is not to be played until after Thanksgiving, so as not to blanket a perfectly good holiday with jingling bells and jolly snowmen that we’ll all be sick of by December 26 anyway. But still, as the winds begin to wail and chase the sunshine out of town it seems my country crooners and twangy twiddling are no longer appropriate because, for me, country music is a sign of summer.