We are blessed.
Bastard storms to the west of us, yet we have had mostly wind and rain. We've had snow this season, sure, and also warm temperatures to melt it, so the streets are clear, the lawns bare. "This is Wisconsin," we say, to explain the push and tug.
Yet we march towards winter, no denying that. Soon enough I'll have plenty of reason to complain. And no doubt complain I will.