Just when things start to melt and we think we can come up for air we get pounded again. The photo to the right was taken on my phone on my way to work the other day. Pretty much sums up the lapses in sanitation, dirty snow, parking problems and general slogging of a typical commute.
This is the time of year that I miss Florida the most. It’s always fun to take off your boots only to step into a puddle of water from snow that has melted off of someone else’s boot a few feet away and have to change your socks. Or to discover that your favorite boots won’t zip up anymore. Or find that your dog has decided that she doesn’t want to brave the deep snow and is doing her business on the deck instead. And these are just the boot gripes! I never even wore boots when I lived in Florida.
Each plant has a unique way of being enhanced by snowfall.
I like guessing what critters have been scooting across
I can tell a stepping cat from a running cat. And a bluejay from a sparrow.
A Fraidy Cat
And something did happen today that made me smile. Stella laid her first egg! A lovely rosey beige color.
We also got our first egg from Goldi in almost 2 months. So there may be more souffles in our future. Since egg laying is dependent on the number of daylight hours, I wonder if the production surge has anything to do with it being Groundhog or Candlemas Day -- the day halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.
I’m sure you have your own list of winter discontents. Feel free to gripe in the comments section.