Recently people started whispering around here. Rumors and whatnot about slightly warmer, maybe even pleasant weather coming our way. Sure enough, yesterday’s slightly warmer temperatures allowed the six or seven inches of snow in my yard to mostly melt away.
I guess the warmer air and bluer skies managed to temporarily cloud over one of those major truths about February in the Midwest: winter isn’t over until it’s over. And guess what?
It ain’t over.
Sure, much of the snow may have melted off our lawns. But let’s not forget how it flooded into the streets, where most of it stayed until the overnight temps slickened it off for us to wake up to. I’m just rejoicing over my short-lived diligence in taking the trash out last night, saving myself a trip to the curb during the chilly little slushfest that fell from the sky this morning.
Melt. Thaw. Freeze. Rinse. Lather. Repeat.
One year ago today, the temperature in St. Louis topped out at 57 degrees Fahrenheit. Today we got up to 37 degrees, though most of the day was spent around 25, or so. Add to that ice on the ground, slush in the streets, and a few wicked bites of wind to the face, and it seems as though the balmy winter of 2013 is more than being made up for this year.
That’s right, boys. Go find yourselves some place warm.