Normally, by this time of year, I’m taking pictures of drifts of snow. But there is no snow. It’s cold, but not as cold as normal and the cold only lasts for a day at a time, then it warms up. By this time last year, we’d already had two feet of snow and were working on a third. This year, barely a trace and that was early in November.
So, no snowdrift. Birds.
The birds are more interesting anyway. In my memory, we’ve had a few winters with almost no snow … until the end of January and then we got buried. Until the daffodils are blooming, we will take a “wait and see” attitude.
It is unusually warm. There has been plenty of precipitation that would have been snow, but being so warm, we’ve had rain instead.
I have mixed feeling about our lack of winter. Gratitude because the snow makes it hard to get around, but worry too because we ought to be having winter and we aren’t.
At least we don’t have to dig our way out of the front door. That’s something. Climate change or just the vagaries of New England weather?