Finally, spring in New England.
The true spring of New England that arrives with rain and mud, just before the mosquitos and more dreaded “midgies,”… the tiniest of black flies that swarm around anything warm and breathing that they then bite, leaving a welt the size of a half dollar coin for weeks behind.
It’s been a very long cold winter. I spent it rekindling my health and soul sprinkled with bouts of feeling sorry for myself and reclusing from not just my blog but everywhere on and offline. I think the fact my 55th birthday is arriving in May probably is not helping me emerge from my bubble!
The recent bursts of sunshine and warmer weather is slowly helping me shake the dust off, that said, I hope all are well in blogging land and beyond.
Happy Spring my dears!
After uncovering my spring bulbs greenery coming up happily through the dirt they have now been covered with 3 inches of still falling snow. NOooo! Bah. Husband and myself sitting here an hour ago heard that old familiar rumble outdoors of the city plow making it’s way up the street and we both grimaced and chuckled after the fact.
You have to have a sense of humor. What’s another few days or weeks of cabin fever right? Just today I came into the diningroom and noticed our dog sitting under the hole in the ceiling I temporarily patched with white plastic. Looking up I saw little indentations being made on the plastic, moving. Something walking on the plastic.
Little mouse toes!
It was standing there looking down at us!
The dog barked behind me seeing the feet reappear, and the mouse, dog, and I all jumped in unision. Thank God the plastic was between us and the mouse above or I would have tossed the dog up there to catch it, such is life in snowy cold New Hampshire in spring.
It “IS” spring somewhere right? Summer may get here in time for autumn.
Looking out my diningroom windows it may look very winter still with the five foot snow banks but it will soon melt…by August if we are lucky heh. Having caught a hint of spring fever I can’t wait to start spring cleaning and reclaiming the space winter has been using with boots, wearables, and everything that belongs outside having been stuck indoors with ourselves and the pets. I have enjoyed this winter actually, minus the leaky roof and blizzard on top of blizzard not giving much time in between to shovel or plow. Although it’s easy to get down it’s a day like today that reminds me why I love it so much here and returned from the south years ago, the ever wonderful change of seasons!
Remember, Sunday March 8th we turn the clocks ahead!
Winter of the Best Snow
by L. Stewart Marsden
Every Wednesday like clockwork for three weeks in a row
the weather forecasters forecasted deep snow.
Six to eight inches, they predicted each week.
The response of each child was a deep-hearted shriek
of delight, for that night in the dark the clouds would roll in
and silently, softly, the snow would begin
to fall to the earth.
School is closed. Locked up tighter than tight
and no worries o’er hist’ry nor mathmatics tonight —
For tonight all our noses are glued to the panes
of our windows and we know that the remains
of the storm — half a foot of white snow
awaits on the morrow for an army of kids.
Oh! Wax the red runners of Flexi-brand sleds,
Dig out toboggans and mittens and dredge
out old sweaters and stockings and stuff
and muff up our ears and…
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