I can't believe how insanely warm it is. This must be the warmest January I've ever lived. I mean, I thought it was bad when I had my first green Christmas in 1995 (Dartmouth, it froze rain Christmas Eve and was about 2°C), but this is just gross.
Mud and black gritty slush everywhere, treads beaten in the grayish-yellow grass where people have walked (which would normally be treacherously icy) and plows pushed snow lo, those many weeks ago, and it's just yucky. Feels like late March, not early February.
Betcha five bucks the Canadian counterparts of Wiarton Willy, Punxtawney Phil et al. will not see their shadows tomorrow.
1 comment:
That should be têtes carrées.
Maman
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