Yesterday, according to my calendar, was the first day of spring, and this is what greeted me when I got up this morning.
Snow, and not just a dusting. Ah, March. No matter how you might lull us into thinking that spring is here, you always have a little snowstorm up your sleeve to show us who’s boss.
Once more, Little Green will be pressed into service to clean the driveway. Out will come the shovels, and the scraper for the car. Fortunately, the snow is light, and it doesn’t look as though there will be power outages. For this we must be very grateful.
The snow won’t last long. Still, even though I know this, a snowstorm the end of March feels like a setback.
And I don’t like it. Not one little bit.