Fickle February

One day the temperature is warm and caressing and billowy white clouds race across the sky shouting, “spring is coming, spring is coming!” The next day it snows. This tug of war between winter and spring has just begun and we will not see the end of it until the last feeble sputters of snow in late May. And then, suddenly, it will be summer.

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