I have heard it said that when Old Man Winter exhausted himself yesterday with his huffing and puffing and icy demeanor, picking up the drifts of snow and sliding them into great huge piles, and roaring around in wild exuberance while people snuggled deeper into scarves and pulled toques down around their ears, - I have heard it said that when he finally crept home in the wee small hours his Wife, the gentle breeze of summer, scolded him heartily and told him again about the virtues of making friends and influencing people with his many charms and virtues.

Therefore - today Old Man Winter was just a little shamefaced, and went around making up to all those he insulted yesterday. He charmed us all, - the sun shone, the birds sang, the clouds were white and soft. It got a little warmer and everybody's heart was stirred a little at what a sweetheart the Old Man can be...



...the weatherman says we will wake up to snow tomorrow........