This is the final month of deep winter in New England — but we have had a rather gentle winter. Only two snows of any significance. We’ve had terribly hard winters for the past few years, so I can’t begin to express how pleased I am to not have one this year.
February has been a mixed bag. Several weeks of a snowy landscape, as lovely as a picture postcard or a Currier and Ives print.
Otherwise, plain naked trees and gray skies. A world waiting for spring.
Spring is a month in the future. Technically. It could yet snow. Winter could have a “last stand,” a last frigid final week of below zero temperatures. But I think not.
By late February, even if we should get snow, it doesn’t stay long — and rarely does the mercury dip much below freezing. The world has moved around the sun. The planetary tilt says “spring.” It will come.
The birds are gradually returning. Soon, we’ll see a robin and won’t that be lovely.
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