All day yesterday the weather forecast called for heavy snow. Schools closed and the state sent workers home at noon. Still all we had was rain. The outdoor temperature was well above freezing, and the roads were warmer still. Then in the late afternoon it really did start snowing and snowing and snowing. This morning we woke up to 12 inches of heavy, wet snow. Fortunately the trees have yet to leaf, so though the boughs bent low, we didn’t lose any limbs. It’s above freezing this morning, and the snow is sliding off any tilted surface such as a porch roof. Nonetheless, my husband is out with the snowblower moving tons of snow from the sidewalks and driveways at our home and the ones on either side.
It will be below freezing tonight, so any melted snow will turn to ice. In the meantime, I expect we may get a bit of mud tracked in by the dog from the marsh formerly called our back yard. In parts of New England they joke that between winter and spring is the mud season.
Our poor hollyhocks, fooled by the warm temperatures ten days back, have stuck their little heads out of the garden. The crocus weren’t as misled, and sent up leaves but no flowers. Only the snowdrops got it right, though now they are buried in the real stuff.
May you all enjoy the wild weather that seems to be happening around the world. We can’t control it, so we might as well accept it.