Blackberry Winter

I've read two blog posts in the last few minutes. One is a friend's ornery, visual plea for some winter weather before the "sprouting [of] spring." It seems he just hates this crappy pre-spring melt phase enough to want it skipped altogether. Can't say I blame him.

The other blog post is Paul Douglas' weekend weather update. He's calling for 5-10" more of the heavy white stuff this Sunday. It's only the latest storm in this The Winter That Will Not End, and I'm already fearing the monumental back ache I'm sure to have by Monday.

So, Ryan, I believe our brief heat wave has ended. Winter shall be rearing back its nasty front within a matter of hours, and all those exposed dog turds will once again be buried under a cold, white blanket.

I did a little googling, and it turns out there is indeed a term for the opposite of Indian Summer. In the South, when a bitter cold spell follows unseasonably warm weather, it's called Blackberry Winter. I have to say, I like the sound of it.

But I like Zombie Winter even more.

IT JUST WON'T DIE!