This is how things looked a little over a week ago--and how they're supposed to look in Chicago in winter. Things don't look like this now. It's warm. Trees are budding. Flowers are pushing up through the supposed-to-be-frozen-solid grass. Mother nature is soooooo confused. How will the groundhog react when he's dragged kicking and screaming (assuming for a second that groundhogs do, in fact, scream) from his toasty hole this morning?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Every Picture Tells a Story: 2/2/12
This is how things looked a little over a week ago--and how they're supposed to look in Chicago in winter. Things don't look like this now. It's warm. Trees are budding. Flowers are pushing up through the supposed-to-be-frozen-solid grass. Mother nature is soooooo confused. How will the groundhog react when he's dragged kicking and screaming (assuming for a second that groundhogs do, in fact, scream) from his toasty hole this morning?
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As much as I disdain winter when it's doing its wintery thing, I must admit that mild weather like this during a Chicago February is plain freaky and disconcerting. Saturday the weather has been forcasted to be more...natural.
Freaky or not--as an old fat woman with arthuritis in her painful knees, I say the milder the better! LOL
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