I live in Rochester, NY, one of the snowiest cities in the U.S. (not). In truth — this year, not a flake. Not a blessed blizzard-like downfall. Nope — today, another balmy one. I went out for a trail ride, and then took one of the pups, Sasha, out for a walk. In both cases, through the woods and fields, surrounded by lush, green, grass; spring bird songs serenading; everyone dressed in jeans and T-shirts. This is December 4th in Rochester?
I spose when it comes, it will come. That’s cool, because maybe by then I’ll have tired of green grass, spring song birds, and T-shirts.
Really??
Sasha loves it as it is now just as she’ll love romping through the drifts and rifts of the first winter blizzard. TBC —-
madmuser 