> >Come yesterday, WHAMMY! Seventeen inches of wet snow dumped in 24 hours. Now I have hours of shovelling fun and probably a bunch of dead tulips. Why oh why did I even think of writing a poem about Spring?
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> I feel your pain.
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> Gri"did I just quote Bill Clinton?"shny

Perhaps. I'm just glad that you can read my lips so well. :-)

Here's more on the winter foibles of the NZ weta from hell. This just in from Doug Yanega, consultant for TSD:

"The New Zealand weta, a very large flightless cricket relative, lives at high altitude and freezes solid every evening, thawing out in the morning to go about its business. Ah, the wonders of antifreeze."