To say it’s been an unusual winter is certainly an understatement. Sixty degree days followed by plummeting temps and high winds. Back to fifty degrees the following week. No snow to speak of. Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early Spring and….well… the critter should be shot… that’s all I’m sayin’.
The forecast this week calls for my area of the state to receive what could be significant snowfall.
I’m a firm believer that for everything, there is a season…and the time for snow was a month ago.
I don’t care if Spring is officially several weeks away, it MUST NOT snow on Wednesday. My mother and I are supposed to be going to the Philadelphia Flower Show Wednesday. We’ve been looking forward to it since Christmas.
According to Myersville folklore, Winter will end only when some brave member of the community sacrifices her dignity by biting off the head of a chick(en) in exchange for fair weather, a warm Easter and the impending planting season.
You. Saw. Nothing.
But you can thank me Wednesday.