Only last week, down by the farmer's fields,
it
was cold and raw-fingered windy;
It was a
turn-your-reddened-face-from-the-painful-frozen-winds cold. Funny how things
change, and quickly. How you can go from easy-peasy mild mannered days of
sneakers and polar fleece and meandering along just so, to a coat-ripping snowstorm
arriving as you stumble forward one morning , as you turn to greet April.
But maybe that's why I love New England so.
Because the weather mirrors happenstance, and never rests
Because the weather mirrors happenstance, and never rests
long enough to forget .
That all kinds of crap are most probably just around the corner,
That all kinds of crap are most probably just around the corner,
playing at a someplace near you.
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