Readers unfamiliar with Maine might think I’m exaggerating when it comes to the horror of March in northern New England. Au contraire! And I have the pictures to prove it.
This was the view this morning from my office window.
Here is another one from a slightly different angle. Note the spitting snow and the hard, dirty snow banks.
Yesterday, Snow-Gauge Clif did his measuring duty with his trusty red yard stick. Hats off to Clif for looking so cheerful.
In the backyard, Clif doesn’t look quite as cheerful. Maybe it was the penguin-walking he did over the icy paths to get there. Fortunately, he didn’t fall and break anything.
Despite all the griping, I do have to admit that some progress has been made in the driveway. There are actually bar patches of tar amid the ice and snow.
So onward, ho! April is just around the corner, and as I sit at my desk and write, I can hear a male cardinal singing his sweet song.
Spring is coming, albeit ever so slowly.