Ground Hog Day…and what of it, really? I mean, really!
Old Man Winter, Lady Snow, Lord Wind and Sister Lake Effect toyed with us and found us wanting. They headed in a westerly direction, out to the political scene in Iowa, making mischief and searching for exciting precipitation. They sat down together in the middle of the great plains to enjoy high tea.
They celebrated well. ‘Pass the frost, please’ and ‘How delicious; layered permafrost with a gropple topping’.
I am bored and so is Phil, our regional rodent of renown. No snow, no shadow, no sun. Six weeks is the verdict.
Heading north today…toward the city, toward the lake, toward spring…
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