Winter, you have worn out your very last welcome. Me
Forecasters were right on target yesterday when they assured us we were in line for an additional 4-8 inches of snow (the last tally I saw indicates we got at least six).
I don’t know about others, but I’ve had it Up To Here with winter!
Snows are magical in December. They usher in the holidays, bring a crispness to the air, quieten things down. Christmases are supposed to be white, chestnuts are supposed to roast over an open fire, sleigh bells are supposed to ring, people are supposed to go over the river and through the woods to grandma’s house on snow-covered paths.
But snow in March is crazy. The birds and bunnies want to get about the business of having their young, department stores have brought out shorts and swimsuits and flip-flops, Easter is right around the corner (and who wants to wear a coat and mittens over her pastel dress??).
Since nobody asked my approval of this latest misery, I’ll just leave you with some photos. If you’re in a sunny place, you can sympathize; if you, too, have a snow-covered yard, you can empathize!