Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Then and now or The Woodchuck called it

When I was a kid
one of my more colorful uncles
had a folksy phrase or definition
ready for any event

His description of winter in northern Minnesota was,
"Nine months of ice and snow, and three months of poor sledding"
 Fifty years down the winding road, and there have been some changes

 like the lake ice pulling away from the shore

and rain before the equinox
the Ides of March
unprepared to measure the liquid state
and trumpeter swans everywhere.
therefore a new folksy phrase...........
"Nine months of non winter and three months of dubious sledding"

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