The waters of March

 

It isn't as cold as it looks. The temperature reached a high of 50 yesterday, and the water dripping from the roof sure sounded cheerful as I was unloading. The big (dirty) piles of snow from the city plows are shrinking and the streets are bare and dry-- except where they're muddy.  

Yes, this is the mud season. But it's a quick one. The sun is so strong, the ground goes from wet to bone dry almost instantly. Fortunately, our gravel driveway drains well. Summer arrives suddenly here.

Everything is fine at the house, just as I left it. It was a pleasant drive over in John's new Honda, now that I'm getting used to all the bells and whistles. I asked did he want to swap cars? No luck. 

It was warm enough to sit outside at Lone Pine with a peach smoothie to celebrate spring.