Happy March!
For a few days this week, weather in the village was mild, and the towering snowdrifts everywhere subsided a bit. Birds sang lightheartedly in the park, and maples in the garden sprouted tiny red buds. For a while we dared to entertain the fragile hope that springtime was on its way and warmer times were not far off.
Alas, March roared in like a lion. Several inches of snow fell overnight, and we are back to heaving white stuff out of our way. I have already shoveled the deck, the stairs and a track around the garden for Beau, and I will tackle the front walk and driveway after my fingers have warmed up. First, a fine cup of hot, black coffee.
Weather Canada says the snow will stop in an hour or so, but I am not holding my breath. There are snow clouds up there from one side of the sky to the other, and a nasty north wind is rampaging through the village. When the sun rises tomorrow morning, the temperature will be in the minus thirties (Celsius) with windchill factored into the equation. Old Man Winter is not done with us yet. Harumph.
3 comments:
An igloo on that bud, just so beautifully encased in ice! Hope your snow is on the way out.
What a great photo! Look after your poor back. Darn snow.
Yes, March roars in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. In my neck of the woods, not much snow March 1 and then for two whole hours a glorious rise in temperature only to plummet 20 degrees by late afternoon. Now, back to the deep freeze.
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