It was a near thing.
Despite Punxsutawney Phil's perfect prognostication. Despite the red breasted Cardinals taking the field. Despite the extended evening daylight hours. Despite recent temperatures in the fifties and sixties... Nightmare almost slipped back in the back door.
With the Weather Channel having posted a weather advisory including the words snow and ice I had gone to bed last night feeling like a condemned man who had just seen his reprieve snatched away.
Fortunately I woke to discover nothing more than a scattering of white flakes blowing across the back deck.
By noon sunshine was abundant and the mercury was moving upward.
Pre-summer had held its ground.
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