The snow's piled up about two feet deep so far, with heavy winds causing drifts over three feet in spots. And the stuff is still coming down.
I really hate this weather. For one thing, I have to keep chasing these things out of my backyard...
"Come on, big fella. You're trampling Mrs. Paco's roses."
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This is global warming denialism taken to a whole new level. Wish I could swap you some of my summer.
ReplyDeleteI'll take some of that, and give you a hundred dollars to boot.
ReplyDeletePaco, deer or prehistoric pachydems...gardening is so challenging. Watch out for the sabretooths. At least there haven't been any Yeti.
ReplyDeleteBest I can do is wish you warmer, sending warm thoughts, prayers for warmth. Take care all, this too shall pass.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the mammoths. I can just imagine what you'll find in your yard when the snow melts.
ReplyDeleteWhen life hands you lemons, make hand grenades, I always say.
ReplyDeleteIn this case, those mammoths are a walking meat freezer, just waiting to be harvested. Think of all the mammoth jerky Prehistoric Animals Cooked to Order could sell at the mini-markets and truck stops up and down I-95.