All winter we all talked about, and braced ourselves for that monster storm; because we were sure we’d have to pay for all the nice weather… never happened. We got some snow but never saw blizzard conditions, and maybe only a half-dozen nights below zero… not even one day with a single-digit daytime high. Now the 10-day forecast calls for temps in the 70’s to low 80’s, barely a chance for rain… just more of the same unseasonably warm weather we’ve had all winter.
Well, I’m no longer buying that we’ll have to pay… I’m not betting on a blast of winter yet to come, even a short one… I’m not worrying about a hot, dry summer…
Why look a gift-horse in the mouth?
The frost (what little we had) is out…
The ice went out of the river last week…
The soft maples are getting their leaves…
The perennials are poking through the ground…
I’ve been listening to turkeys gobble for a week now…
Last night the birds were singing just like a mid-summer evening…
Just like the plants, animals and trees… I’m going with it. I’m down to maybe a half-dozen arm-loads of wood in the basement, and I ain’t gonna’ toss more in. This weekend I’m gonna’ drag out the yard furniture, put a couple window screens on the house and move the beer fridge out to the shop. I’ve washed my insulated coveralls and folded them away for the year… snow shovels and brooms are stowed away. I’m turning on the outside water hose tonight… maybe open the shed and get the golf cart started. The plow is coming off, and I ain’t gonna look back.