Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns
Ere sunset all is snow. ~ James Russell Lowell
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns
Ere sunset all is snow. ~ James Russell Lowell
(Last weekend we were sleeping with the windows open and a ceiling fan on. This morning it snowed).
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And whichever nino is blowing around and the polar vortex is reversing at the wrong and nobody know which way to look! I've given up.
Sorry, reversing at the wrong time of year, time to go to bed, lol.
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