Like most of the United States, Philadelphia saw some snow in February. Unless this was January. It's actually probably January. Except it might not be. I simply cannot tell you. Actually, it's January. I got up early enough to take a quick walkabout after one of the largest snowfalls. The sun was just coming out as men and women with shovels got out to start moving the snow off of their sidewalks and cars.
I mean, it's nice to look at, but I could easily do without snow. It's warmth I'm after. And green. Today, at least, the high is going to be 65. This pleases me greatly and to almost no end.