This phrase occurred to me yesterday–there’s a post, I thought and fully justified.
We are fed up with February and with good reason this year.
We’ve both had heavy lingering colds, the roof is leaking, it snowed on Sunday and has been wretched all week.
The fields are sodden, the firewood’s damp, the chickens complain loudly and the cats stay in all day.
Every mile is two in winter–poet George Herbert got it right.
Then today happened…
New Yorkers have the perfect phrase–
“Whaddya gonna do about it!”