Could this be our February thaw? We got up to scorching 41 degrees today. While the fangs of the icicles grow longer, the downpour is finally melted open, and snow is melting off the roof and pouring into the rain barrel vainly hoping to survive the water. Meltwaters are pouring down the steps, running down the street, and pooling in the ice dams still standing over the storm drains. But it’s melting.
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