I was able to perform the shops I had scheduled for today this past Saturday. When I heard the weather report Saturday, it was saying the Saturday snow was going further south than expected.
Thank goodness too. It has warmed up to double digits (19 degrees F). However, the snow has begun falling and the SUV has a brake line leak.
Tomorrow, the temperature again goes below zero and then by week's end, more snow. February is a indeed, a cruel month.
But, it shall warm up!
I found a good bargain at a local home improvement store for vegetable seeds a 9 cents a package. Spring shall certainly be here soon.
Having said that, here is a lovely poem written by one lovely man. His birthday was in February. Apologies in haste for going off topic.
February. Take ink and weep
February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and throbbing.
Take a cab. For a clutch of copecks,
through bell-towers’ and wheel noise,
go where the rain-storm’s din breaks,
greater than crying or ink employs.
Where rooks in thousands falling,
like charred pears from the skies,
drop down into puddles, bringing
cold grief to the depths of eyes.
Below, the black shows through,
and the wind’s furrowed with cries:
the more freely, the more truly
then, sobbing verse is realised.
- Boris Pasternak