The title of this post was inspired by Kathy, a local blogger, who blogged about her "Stroll Through Fickle February".
Kathy has country property to stroll through. I, on the other hand, live on a little postage stamp of an urban property.
But that doesn't stop me from celebrating this most fickle of Februaries in the almost 30 years that I have lived in this part of upstate New York.
Let me share some memories of this past week.
There was the sundog I saw. (Note the true sun, over on the left, and the sundog, between the conifer in the middle of the photo and the row of houses to the right.)
One of the many stunning sunsets February brought us. This was the last of a series of sunset photos I took for my Winter Wonders post Wednesday. The horizon is on fire, with the Susquehanna River in front.
Our high near 60F, our low -10F, I still wonder if our camilla, our experiment in trying to grow a southern plant out of its hardiness zone, will survive.
And now, by Sunday, it will be back in the 50's, or so they say.
Could you ask anything more of a Fickle February?