Finally…finally…the snow is beginning to melt. There is still a ridge of snow, two feet high, on the north side of my house that will probably be there for some time. I skated on the pond, on good ice, on April 2. That has never happened before. Oh, how I long for the time when I can sit out in my boat and soak in the sun. I have actually reclined out on my lounge chair when it has been in the 50's. It felt really good.
Last Friday we received nine more inches. They re-opened the ski hills. I heard and saw a dozen swans flying overhead that day. They seemed confused. After the long winter, I hope to be spending as much time as I can outdoors. It is on those occasions that I feel fully alive. Watching the wildlife is such a treat for me. I just hope that the fish kills are not too bad this year. With the thick ice, and the huge amount of snow, the prediction doesn't look good for the lakes that don't have springs.
Today, we are going for 70 degrees. It has been six months since we have had temperatures that high. You can bet that I am going to enjoy every minute of the day.
I wrote this on the 9th. Yesterday, the 16th, we received another 10 inches of snow. I have a fear that depression may set in.
Lately, I've been getting about one email per chapter on a Southern Warming. I don't know what to do with that. It's always nice to hear that someone has enjoyed something in the story. "Thank You" to all who have taken the time to write.
I guess what I'm really looking for… is a Northern Warming.