This is why I call the particular area of the country in which we currently reside the Frozen North. While our friends and family in the sunny southwest (Texas!) are enjoying temps in the 60s and 70s, this is what we are experiencing at Iron Acres.
After a few days of moderate temperatures (20-40 degrees F) referred to as the annual January thaw, and a day of blinding sunshine, the snow seems to be receding.
But this can still be found on my car in the morning,
or on the ground bordering our driveway,
along the highway at high noon,
or on the roof of a neighbor's house,
or in the local park.
(That mound in the middle hides a fountain.)
Yes, I realize that there are places more northerly and frigid than western PA, but for a body born and raised in Houston, Texas, this is as cold as I ever want to get.
Anyone for popsicles?