Sunday the 20th was the first day of spring or the vernal equinox. Yet March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. We had a mild dusting of snow earlier this week:
We had a little bit more last night. On Monday I used my wait-and-see attitude toward shovelling: wait until mid- to late-afternoon and see if it melts on its own. It worked! It melted enough on its own that I never had to go out and shovel.
Kevin shovelled early this morning so I'm applying my attitude to the snow in the driveway, by the back door/patio, to/from the garage and to/from the chickens. I don't think I'll do a full shovelling job of things, if shovel I must. If my attitude fails me, I'll just make sure there are clear paths to/from things and then count on the local forecast of upcoming clear, sunny days to melt the rest.
I have to admit, though, that, after shovelling, I always feel refreshed, hearty and like I did something actually useful. So much of what we do -- or perhaps it's just what I do -- seems not very useful. Maybe not pointless or useless, but just kind of...dull. Indifferent.
Well, I didn't mean to get all maudlin here so let me nip that depressing discussion in the bud. I just wanted to share a picture of Kevin's front yard tulips as they proudly stand up to this late March snow. Last year -- or perhaps it was the year before, I forget -- the tulips started coming up and then we had some unseasonably warm weather. That hurried the tulips along and we were only able to enjoy them for a very brief time. I was disappointed because it's so nice to come home to them for a couple of weeks each spring.