One day last week it was 65 degrees, another it 20, today it is 10 with 8" of fresh powder.
The New England winter toys with its residents, kind of like a cat toys with a mouse- You know what the end is going to be, but it often looks like the victim will escape. But when the toying is over, you know it. The toying of winter may have stopped for this year.
Another storm is forecasted for Sunday, a heavy, wet one, maybe more inches as well.
PS- In case you chronic readers are wondering, I am wearing pants now, because the only thing I hate worse than wearing pants is having wet feet all day. The pants keep out the snow. But though winter may take my outer shorts, He cannot take away the shorts of my heart. I wear my pants defiantly.
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