Monday, March 30, 2015
Charles Dickens read my mind
March, I will be glad to see the back of you!
Indeed you were more temperate and fair that was February,
still you were cold and fickle. Leaving me to pine for the first snowdrops, that
usually sprout in February, and are only now breaking through the frozen ground.
And for turning the first spadesful of rich earth in my garden which is still covered in it's wintery blanket of dirty snow, I find it delightful to spade while the snowflakes drift down, but not when the ground is a frozen tundra.
The snow that fell in January has still not melted away, and the woodpile
shrinks with each passing day, the trails are covered with compacted
ice and snow. and almost impossible to walk, I long now for the thaw.
March began with record cold and many days of below normal temperatures.
The month that came in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, is
going out like a lamb that needs warm wooly longjohns.
Now as the sun sets on the next to the last day of March, it's snowing, and 4 or more inches are predicted by morning. There is really nothing unusual in that, or in the winds howling around the house. This afternoon I busied myself picking up downed limbs and pinecones in the yard. Low gray clouds, chilly raindrops, and occasionally a few large snowflakes, it weren't for the birds chirping along the edge of the wood and the few bold enough to be hunting for food in the leaf litter, I would have thought it was December. Then the sun broke through the clouds,at least for awhile.