We’ve all been saying what a mild winter this has been. My son in Fargo, where it’s usually below zero for weeks at a time, said there’d been no subzero yet this year. My son in New York found it more difficult to get to work during the transit strike than because of Mother Nature’s whims. And Earl and I keep saying each day that passes is that much closer to Memorial Day, which is the official close to the winter season at our house.
This week, we all revamped our opinions.
Fargo turned cold and bitter with zero as the high point; New York had 27 inches of snow in 24 hours; and southwestern Michigan bundled up for the chilliest weekend yet. Earl and I even cancelled dinner plans last night in the light of slippery roads, wind-swirled snow, and poor visibility.
Winter is still with us and can be for some time to come. So even though it got off to a slow start, that doesn’t mean we’ll not get our share of snow, cold, ice, wind, and gloom. What it might mean, however, is that the groundhog’s prediction will be taken more seriously . . . even if it’s fifty degrees on the February day he emerges from his hideaway.
Mother Nature has finally emerged from hers too.
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