It’s the first week of March. In many places, that means that it is spring.
The blogs that I read have photos of gardens with the plants poking their heads up through the dirt.
Dirt? We haven’t seen dirt since November. Here, the closest we’ve come to dirt are the chunks of our front yard pulled up by the snowplow and deposited alongside the street.
The snow has only one redeeming quality in my opinion. It is beautiful.
Over the past two days we have had 9 inches of the white stuff. Schools were closed today. Merle’s boss told him not to attempt his normal one-hour commute. He took a vacation day. I was home sick with the second day of a migraine. So we had a snow day.
He went out to plow out the driveway around 3 pm. Otherwise, neither of us have been out of the house, and don’t plan to be until tomorrow morning
When he was out, he took photos of our stream and the river. It really was beautiful, I admit.
The main channel of the river stays open all winter due to a power plant upriver. We have trumpeter swans which migrate here each winter and stay until spring. They are still here (they will leave around mid-March). They were on the river today. Merle was able to capture a photo of them taking off the water. They “walk” on the surface as they get up the speed to fly off.
Yeah, gorgeous, I know.
The fact that the daylight hours are longer helps a bit. The fact that daylight savings time starts this weekend is a good thing.
But I am really ready for some dirt. The smell of mud. A plant. Some green.
Hopefully, the “warm” weather that is forecast-highs in the mid-30sF-will melt some of this relatively quickly.
I am ready to March into spring.
No word yet from Mark.
Steve is up 7 lbs, under the guise of a master plan which included this gain. Hmmmm-
I am down 5 lbs from last week, giving me a net overall loss for this contest of 3 lbs.
I’m happy with that step forward.