I just glanced out the window and, big surprise, its snowing.
Back in the mid '90s, we had a freak January day, could have been in February, when the temps reached the mid-70s. Hubby and I both had the day off so we drove out to Holland to climb some dunes and hang out at the lake. We rolled up our pantlegs and went wading in the water--with great big chinks of ice floating around. I got sunburned. We had a thunderstorm that night. The next day we got six inches of snow.
In spite of our politics, Michigan just kicks ass.
chinks=chunks, young lady
well..you are home to Uncle Ted....