It’s been a record number of high temperatures this month in the Valley. There are little attempts here and there for snow to fall, but what little makes it to the ground melts within hours, if not minutes at times.
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Temperamental Weather
There doesn’t seem to be a point,
Even now, curled up in blankets though I am
My thermastat informs me that it is unusually warm.
Please explain to me, oh weather man, where is my snow?
Especially when Christmas is right at the door?
Really, if it’s going to be cold
At least give me some snow overnight!
Then again once the sun comes up…
Useless is the hard frost from the night,
Rarely does it survive the first few rays from the sun.
Especially since we’re in a ‘non-winter’ winter streak for some reason.
Can’t seem to make out what will happen,
How is the weather going to affect things?
And what is this going to mean for later?
Nothing is ever for one reason, not even the weather.
Get me going and I’ll talk all night about it
Even when I’m drooping and praying for snow or sun.
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We haven’t seen a drop of snow in London and there have only been 2 or 3 mornings when I’ve needed to scrape ice from the car windscreen. Word of warning, never spray de-icer and then attempt to scrape away the slushy goo. Tonight the heating is turned down and the kitchen window is open… I need cool air to sooth these man-flushes 😉 But, it hardly feels like winter
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Aye! The weather here has just been so unusual as well! The new place is a lot colder, but we’re told that this is very mild for them as well!
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