Snow is still more picturesque than mud
So Saturday I stepped outside into the sunshine and said, Wow, it smells like spring! It was still chilly, and still so much snow on the ground that the chickens were despondently digging up their coop floor to meet their need to scratch.
Sunday, I stepped outside into the sunshine and said, Darn, it smells like spring! and I spent the day watching things readily melt. Bye-bye igloo. Hello 90* weather in the greenhouse.
Monday morning, it’s 50* and pouring. I had to turn on the air conditioning in the car to defog it enough to see. I needed my wellies just to get to the garage.
Not that I am complaining about spring’s rushed arrival; I really am not. I’d prefer, though, a less jarring transition. (Now watch: we’ll get a blizzard next week.)