Okay, already

I officially give up.

Winter wins. I've thrown in the towel.

The pup is not, as you may have thought, lying down. Oh, no, friendly readers; she is trying to walk through yesterday's snow.

This is the second major dumping of the white stuff in as many weeks.

I'm done. If I were a groundhog, shadows wouldn't mean a damn and I'd hibernate 'til May.

I'd wave a white flag but - say it with me - who'd see it?