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I think it’s safe to break this out now.
Finally, winter released us from its cold bony-fingered grasp. If winter is going to be protracted, make it interesting. One of my college friends who teaches at our alma matter posted pictures of snow arranged by the wind into five foot high drifts. That’s interesting. Days hovering around 40 with wind and your choice of rain, sleet, or snow aren’t. That’s just common March weather staying long past its welcome.
But finally the weather patterns broke. The clouds parted. Out came the sun. And now there’s talk of 80 degree weather next week. Instant summer. Just add water.
With luck, it will just be rain. If the sky dumps anything else onto us, I will slide down an icy hill into a deep pool of self-pity and despair.
There’s always a sigh of relief when the first dandelions emerge, gracing the good brown earth with their greenness. Even though the weather wasn’t unusually challenging, I could have done without many of the events. Oakley’s eye problem. Hubby’s UTI. Hubby and I both slogging through our respective bouts of crud. His finally went back to hell or wherever it came from a couple of days ago.
Hubby whispered the magic words to the mower that brought it back to life, then cut the grass around the house this morning. We will be clearing last year’s debris and the remnants of a critter nest from the raised bed this weekend.
The earth has been reborn and life goes on….