Abracadabra: The Strange Case of the Disappearing Snow

I have lived in Maine for fifty-seven years, and never have I seen a spring like this. Until last week, we were still in the grip of winter. The little house in the big woods was surrounded by snow, and while the weather in April wasn’t as cold as it was in, say, February, it was mighty brisk. Even though it was officially spring, I had to push myself to take the dog for a walk.

Then there was the little surprise we got last Thursday—a snowstorm that left four inches of snow. Clif actually had to take out Little Green to clean the driveway before he went to work. In the morning, when I looked out my front door, I saw a winter wonderland. This made Clif and me a little grumpy. How tired we both were of snow and winter.

Then something miraculous happened, and it could be compared to the miracle of the loaves and the fish, only in reverse. Last Saturday, a wild wind blew into central Maine, and apparently it chased away the cold weather. On Sunday, the temperature reached 60 degrees and on Monday, 70 degrees. The snow shrank and shrank, so much that it was as though I were looking at time-lapse photography, only in real time.

Yesterday, the temperature was in the mid-60s, and it was warm enough for me to turn off the heat in the house for the afternoon. A great feeling, after the heating bills of the winter.

However, most exciting was the progress made on the patio. On Sunday, the snow had melted enough so that I could bring a chair and a little table outside. By Monday, the snow receded even farther, and yesterday—Tuesday—I swept the patio for the first time this season. There was just the barest edge of snow.

On Monday, Clif and I made predictions about when the patio would be completely snow free. In a burst of optimism, I said Wednesday (today). Clif, who tends to be more cautious with his pronouncements—he is a Yankee, after all—chose Friday.

Well, as the clichéd saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case a series of pictures. (Many thousands of words?)

Here was the patio on Monday, April 13.


Here it is today, Wednesday, April 15.


I’m tempted to go out this afternoon and shovel off that last bit of snow. But that wouldn’t be fair, would it?

Here are two more pictures that illustrate how fast the snow is disappearing.

The view from the front porch on Thursday, April 9.


The view from the front porch today, April 15, less than a week later.


I rest my case.

6 thoughts on “Abracadabra: The Strange Case of the Disappearing Snow”

  1. My wish every year for my birthday is for there to be no snow on the ground. I didn’t think that I was going to get it this year but we’re pretty much snow-free down here in Portland! Still some patches in the woods where we take the dogs for a walk but around our house it’s all gone!! Yay Spring!! 🙂

    1. Yes, indeed, Shannon! I don’t know if the snow around our house will be completely gone by your birthday, but it will significantly depleted. Oh, happy day!

  2. Finally!! That’s great! The same thing happened here, in 10 days we were melted and blooming. ( You had more snow). We are on our way!

  3. Your pictures really show it all. So excited for you to be getting into your spring. I know it means the world to me & I can tell you love it too.

    1. Thanks, Jodie. Yes, I love spring and being outside. Winter in Maine can get mighty long.

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