This late winter season has been quite erratic. We had days of deep snow last week, followed by a day in the 60’s and lots of rain in which all the snow melted. Now there are flood warnings and it got cold and icy. I just don’t know what to expect anymore, although I admit I don’t often attend to the weather forecasts. When you are retired and living on a farm it’s just like: “Who cares? I’ll just live with whatever I wake up to.”
The deep snow was beautiful and I don’t mind the shoveling. The squishy saturated soil hints that spring is on the way and I worry over a few premature daffodil sprouts. If I had the option to choose, I’d go for the snow for a few more weeks, at least.