Pennsylaska

Yes, I can unstrap the Malamutes from the sled, school is cancelled.

Washington Liberals like to call anything between the cities of Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, and their 'burbs, Pennsyltucky. I believe that we should petition instead to be called Pennsylaska during the winter months. Seriously, there needs to be some seasonal adjustment here. I haven't been to an outdoor Monster Truck event in months.

What makes Pennsylvania so interesting weather-wise, is that we have the four seasons in almost equal measure, like the four suits in a card deck. And Mother Nature plans and plays her hand methodically.

Just when the cold and snows begins to break us like a Russian Winter, driving souls to drink, Spring comes. As a fair maiden, she traipses onto the scene. Then Summer shows up and evolves into hot and sticky, where all I want to do is wear my tank top and shorts, and lay around laconically. Actually, I want to do that all of the year.

Fall then arrives, with its cool breath and chills us down, and hits the reset on the motherboard of nature, so it does not fry her circuits. Autumn is in the air, with the smoke of burning leaves, reminding us that all ultimately in this world is ashes and dust. God speaks to us in Nature (General Revelation) and in His Word (Special Revelation). The Word created the World, and the World points back to the Word.

To show all the Libs that a Central Pa. person can be cultured, here is a video of Vivaldi's song Winter. Pretty cool song with some kind of creepy-looking surreal seasonal characters.