From the depths of March, I bring you January, direct from the winter that never ends.
About once a week this month, I’ve said this must be the last coldest day, only to be proven wrong again and again. Snow in late March is not too unusual here, but snow and wind and temperatures in the teens are. I am beginning to long for slightly warmer temperatures. Normal temperatures would be nice.
On a rare day without wind, virtually the only sign of spring I feel is that the sun’s strength is greater than it was in January. On windy days, even that makes no difference. Today is one of those days.
The dogs didn’t get much of a walk this morning. Even layered in flannel pajamas with jeans pulled on top, a sweater and my almost-heaviest coat, the wind found its way to chill my bones. We will walk another day, preferably a warmer one. Maybe one where spring is more than a promise that feels far in the future.
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The small farm pond below my house, mostly free of ice except in the extreme shaded corner, froze over again during the last few days, much to the consternation of the geese and ducks that had hoped to start nesting there. It truly seems like it will never end.
I hear you. I'm holding out on walking until it's at least 50.
Scott: it's the same here as far as ice in/ice out goes. The river is open now, though, and no ice jams, which I was sort of thinking would happen. This weekend will be warmer, but it's supposed to rain all weekend, so I might have to deal with flooding from all the snow that will melt and run off of Roundtop. It's always something.
Granny Sue: I'm supposed to get 50 this wekeend but it's also supposed to rain..and rain.. and rain some more. That's not ideal walking weather either.
It's snowing and blowing here. No further comments required.
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