I haven’t taken a lot of pictures this month. Bad weather. Cold. Too much snow, too much mud. Too much ice. And so, for this month, just three pictures. The river. The naked trees. The woods with snow.
It has also been a strange month, ranging from warm as summer, to snowing hard and bitterly cold. I think it is warming up and by the time we enter April, we will be more or less at normal temperatures. But early spring in New England is an erratic season.
Sometimes, we don’t have spring at all. It stays cold and nasty until sometime in May when, magically, it gets warm and cozy and everything blooms.
And a gallery from Garry who, unlike me, actually went out in the snowy weather and took pictures. Uxbridge, in the snows of March.
We are not there yet. We are still mud and ice and piles of dirty snow … but not for long. According to our calendar, today is the first day of spring. It’s warmer than yesterday and the dripping is drippier than even it was earlier. There’s a lot to dribble away before it is truly spring, but I trust in the seasons. Mostly.