Long-time readers of Notes from the Hinterlands will know what March brings to central Maine—the return of Snow-Gauge Clif. Each week until the snow is gone, usually sometime the end of April, my husband, Clif, will venture forth with his trusty red yard stick to record the melt rate.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but by the time March rolls around, even Mainers who like winter—guilty as charged!—are ready for the snow to melt and for spring flowers to start blooming. But in northern New England, Winter is no hurry to make way for Spring. We just have to wait. And wait. And wait some more.
So without further ado, here is Snow-Gauge Clif, measuring the snow the first week of March 2021. When this picture was taken, it was raining, and there was about a foot of snow on the ground.
Here is Clif in the front yard.
And then in the backyard.
We always hope the snow will be gone by April 22, which just happens to be our youngest daughter’s birthday.
- Although I am confirmed homebody, this time of year my thoughts turn to places that are warm and free of snow. “Island in the Sun,” by Weezer, exactly captures my longing to escape March in Maine. (As I write, the rain has stopped, an Arctic wind is blowing, and the temperature, with the wind chill, approaches 20 below zero. And that’s Fahrenheit, friends. Plus we have lost our power.)