Today—March 20, 2015—is officially the first day of spring. Let it be known that I am officially tired of the following:
- A yard buried in snow. Is there grass somewhere lurking beneath? A patio? Maybe, but all I see is white.
- An icy driveway that I have to creep across when I’m taking the dog for a walk.
- Wearing a hat, gloves, and a heavy coat. Oh, the freedom to step outside without bundling up—a hatless head and gloveless hands seem like a dream from the past.
- The restless feeling that comes from staying inside too much while at the same time not wanting to go out because it’s too darned cold.
- The biting wind that makes the cold even worse. It blows down the Narrows Pond Road, and walks are downright painful.
- The high heating bills that come with all this cold weather. In our house, we keep the temperature low, but it doesn’t matter. The bills are still high.
Evidence, taken on the Narrows Pond Road, to support my complaints:
These complaints are now duly noted, and we can only hope that the weather comes to its senses, that we will soon feel the soft touch of true spring.
And maybe, just maybe, see a bit of bare ground.
Notes From the Hinterland 
Hi Laurie, thanks for liking one of my posts so I could find your blog. We had a mild winter here in Minn. with little snow, so our spring is cold but no snow on the ground now. Nice to meet you, Judy
‘Twas my pleasure, Judy. Always fun to find good blogs. I envy you the mild winter you had. In Maine, it has been bitterly cold for way longer than it should, even for us. I keep thinking, spring is on the way.