It is difficult to believe that it is March, and snow and ice have covered the ground, the trees and even the pine needles once again. This relentless winter will be easy to let go as I can feel the temperature rise incrementally day by day. These are not huge increases in warmth, but when the benchmark is feeling below zero, any little movement upward gives me faith. This morning the heavy air is visible, a load of oxygen lying low above the snow, and the ice has some give although these photos do not suggest such give, but the promise of buds, of spring time life is in the air.
I am almost sad to leave at this point of promise because I know I will miss the first snowdrops peeping up through the snow, the yellow squeeze of daffodil buds and the open armed crocuses that greet and welcome the new season. We have had no entertainment with this weather; the snow was never fluffy or deep enough for cross country skiing, the ice was too prolific, and the beyond bitter cold prohibited much exercise outside but for the consistent street running, the only thing to keep us warm.
I know it is coming, but glory day, this is a long winter!
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