I have just been onto the balcony to try to find the Cardinal I could hear singing. It is raining ice pellets, and the icicle is melting - sounds like "Summer time and the ..."
Then I saw I had made my "mark":
and I recalled a song, a Chritmas carol,
"Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed"
and thought I would pass along some history/tradition on this dismal day.
All hope is not lost. At 3am this pair of lamps from Rock Lake, 2012, were still shining:
Quite impressive for operating without any direct sunlight for more than 6 months. (And there was more snow on them at 3AM than now at 10AM.
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