It was nearly 55 degrees last week. I insisted the girls come outside and smell the fresh air.
There was a lot of melting and it sure seemed like spring was near.
Bah humbug. I awoke yesterday to three inches.
This is the heavy, wet, moisture laden snow that is perfect for snowballs and snowmen, almost too wet, really, unlike the light stuff we've had all winter.
You can tell the direction the storm came by what side of everything is covered with snow. Framed against a backdrop of blue sky, it was gorgeous in it's own way.
I like the ring around the birdbath.
But, it's really hard to be excited by another blast of snow. Originally, there was talk of 14 inches. As this storm came closer, it was clear we would only get a glancing blow. I just shoveled out to the Jeep last night so I wouldn't have to wear boots in today. The rain from Tuesday that changed to ice and then snow created a weight on the wipers and fried the wiper motor. I scraped off the wipers and the windshield but when I started the wipers, they ran really fast and then there was a buzz. Now they don't work.
NPR had a small article about how this winter, with wave after wave of relentless snow storms is making people surly. I can see that. I'm tired of shoveling. I'm tired of scraping. I'm tired of needing 4 wheel drive to get into my driveway. I'm tired of hurting because of all the shoveling. I'm tired of wearing my winter coat, my hat, my boots.
This was one of those beautiful snows that outlines everything. If it hadn't been March, I'd have been outside taking lots of photos because it's the kind of Christmas card snow we want in December. It's supposed to be over freezing for the next week. A lot of this will melt. I like winter, but I am so ready for it to be over.