February 2nd. The day that seals the seasonal destiny of temperate climate zones everywhere. And it’s all left up to a skittish overgrown gopher from Pennsylvania. I’ve never even been to Pennsylvania.
So this year, I’m deciding. I am the maker of my own winter destiny! And guess what? I was up and out the door before the sun even got a chance to wave it’s shadow casting finger at the metal and glass creatures of the downtown, much less myself, and certainly not a rodent. No shadows. No frightened mugwump. No hiding in my Mugwump Cave for another 6 weeks.
It’s official! you heard it here first! Winter is over!
(Never you mind the 2 inches of fresh, slippery snow that fell last night.)