We Don’t Put the Shovels Away Until June

Like a pack of scouts, the residents of Western New York are always prepared.  In winter, we have some of the largest snow plows in the nation to keep this area on the move and the economy humming.  We don’t trust May because we  have had snow in May.  It builds character; makes us pragmatic.

My trusty Jack Russell Terrier, Impulse (Imp) is out rolling in fresh grass and sitting in the warmth of the sun today.  We cherish days like these since they are infrequent.  We don’t trust weather forecasts because they are over 50% wrong.

When I tell people where I am from, they shudder visibly with imaginary cold.  We have the same number of gray, rainy days as Portland, Oregon  a state famous for its rain.  They say if you can see Mt. Hood then you know for sure it’s not raining.  But as in England, all that fog and rain does make for a beautiful, green rolling countryside.

Up here tucked under Lake Ontario, and not far from Canada, we’re slow to accept anything.  You can’t fault a people disappointed so often by the weather and the national news.  But we are quick to recognize a good time when we see it and enjoy it to the fullest extent of the law.