Little Deal

I made a deal with the weather. It could snow as much as it wanted in February. But as soon as the clock struck twelve turning February into March it had to stop. I thought we understood one another. I wouldn't expect sudden summer and the weather could dump as much snow on me as it wanted during the remainder of the month.

It snowed this weekend. A lot. And it's still snowing. I interpret this to mean one of two things...

1) The weather is Mormon and in keeping with the VT/HT tradition it's doing it's best to keep it's end of the deal and is merely getting rid of all the rest of the snow in the last weekend of the month.

or

2) It's mocking me.