Well what do you know, we only got a trace of snow last night instead of inches, like we've had the rest of the week.
Back in early January I was concerned that we hadn't seen winter. The daffodils (now under four feet of snow) had grown to 6 inches in height. Now I'm worried they've been crushed by ice.
Tomorrow is March 1st. In March, in this part of the country, you still get snow but you also get thawing. Major thawing. So usually if it snows, it doesn't last too long. Oh sure, we've had blizzards in March, but the closer you get to March 20th, the closer you are to spring. The closer you are to spring the closer you are to balmy breezes and Cottage Season.
Ahhh...Cottage Season. I'm already making lots of plans. I've got paint chips and have been studying magazines. I've been accumulating novels in anticipation of lazy summer days spent lounging with a book in one hand and a glass of flavored seltzer in the other. (Or gin, come Happy Hour.)
There's so much snow in our backyard, you can't even see the money pit. The arborvitae have big clumps of snow covering them. The picnic table is virtually invisible.
It's winter. It's winter. It's winter. (And did I mention it's winter???)