We could be living in Siberia or the Arctic Circle--oh, sorry, I forgot. It's melting. But here in flyover land, it's snowing on Good Friday. Of course, this is the earliest Easter since 1913--look it up if you don't believe me. But spring has officially arrived. There are no spring bulbs. There are no bits of grass peeking out. There is snow. The best spin to put on it is that the new stuff covers the grubby, disgusting old stuff. The record snowfall for today is 3.2 inches, back in 1992.
As usual, the weather folks are thrilled. Gives 'em something to do. And it can snow in the land of lakes until May. Then they have a brief vacation of about two weeks until tornado season, which they also love.
Friday, March 21, 2008
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