Winds howl battering the glass of the window and the storm marches on, into Quebec. For once the weather forecasters had this call right. With due warning the denizens of this fumbling burg manage the turn of weather, still complaining.
I turn the page on the calendar into a new month. February comes in like a lion. Global warming also effects old proverbs. March appears to be a loser as its zoology abandons to the house of the Woodchuck. Its good to have all the animals in one short month. Ends total confusion.
April will be glad to get rid of the rainy tag one can be sure. March's rains bring April's flowers.
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