This is the midpoint of winter, when we crest that long uphill climb and see down the slope into spring. Legend has it that the groundhog will pop out of its hole and do the weather forecasting thing. Statistically, a cold, wet, sleepy rodent is more accurate than college educated meteorologists with billions of dollars worth of satellites and sensing equipment. People cry about global warming while we've had three consecutively brutal winters. I am very confident in natures ability to counter humanities interference. The more stuff we do to the planet, the more the planet reacts in ways that are not necessarily pleasant to us. Oh course we've only been keeping weather records for less than 200 years so our idea of what is "average" is like describing the average corn stalk based on one plant, somewhere in Iowa.
Back to the drawing board.
Drawings from last night. Drawings from last week.