On Cape Cod when hot, sunny weather shows up unannounced in September, we call it 'Indian Summer'. We grab the shorts out of storage and run down to the beach. But in late February, when we've had but two or three spring-like days and then get a light dusting of SNOW, we call it blasphemy. Happens every year. Do we ever learn? Noooo. If we took those kinds of thing in stride, what on earth would we have to complain about? We've already grieved the Patriots' humiliating defeat in the playoffs, and the Red Sox are just warming up their let-down game. In February, whining about snow is all we've got!
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