Blogging friends, please forgive me if you write lovely little posts heralding the arrival of spring, sprinkled with colorful photos of the crocuses popping up in your gardens, and you find that I don't leave comments or - worse - I leave comments that are ever so slightly on the cranky side.
It's not personal. Truly. It's just that in my world, the calendar says "spring," but the environs say "deep black hole of unending winter."
These pictures were taken several weeks ago, but my yard looks just the same now as it did then.
When I open my front door, I see this:
Here's a photo of my front yard, with Bud modeling that the snow is so firmly packed and ice-laden, he is able to walk across the top without falling in:
When the yard is snow-free, the ground in front of the car is level with the ground behind it.
It should be interesting to see how this all plays out. My front yard doesn't see a lot of sunlight, so in a typical year - when the snow totals in my front yard at the beginning of March are just a couple of feet - the snow does not melt quickly, and even when the surrounding area is experiencing the joys of spring, my yard is a mound of unseasonable white stuff. Last year, we set up Bud's paddling pool before the last of the snow melted.
And this year? Stay tuned right here for what are certain to be some interesting summer pics.