Despite my best intentions, my own life this weekend wasn't a still one, so I'm only now updating the blog. That said, I hope you enjoy this shot I took during the snow last week. I don't know what I was expecting, but I kind of like the way it turned out.
This past weekend at Roundtop might well have been the last great weekend of skiing for the winter. The snow was wonderful. Next weekend, however, the temperatures are predicted to be near 70o, amazing considering it was 15o at the house the other morning. The warm temperatures should ensure a great turnout for the bikini and speedo race during Roundtop's Springfest but is not the best thing in the world for keeping the snow on the ground.
My natural snow is already gone, except for a few patches. I'm starting to see signs of spring--a big flock of common grackles just showed up this morning. The dawn chorus of birds is also gearing up, even if it's only the opening bars and still only the winter residents. I've heard reports around the state of a few eastern phoebes, a better predictor of spring that the cliche'd robin, but none have arrived here yet. So, even though I don't like to admit it, I suppose I have little choice but to accept that spring is already making an appearance.