It’s snowing again today. Like yesterday, but more steadily. A fine, dry snow that means business. None of the fat, wet flakes that are decorative, but frivolous — for snow. We had a veterinarian appointment today for Gibbs and Bonnie.
I looked out the window, realized I was not going to even try wrangling two Scotties into the car, then drive on slippery roads (they don’t plow this time of year; they let nature take its course) for an hour (usually half an hour; longer with ice and snow).
Especially since it’s not an emergency visit. It can wait a week.
It’s gotten cold out there. Yesterday felt like joke, not to be taken seriously. Temperature rose into the forties before the snow stopped falling. Essentially, it was all gone before nightfall.
Today it has that grey, grim sky thing happening that say “I’m gonna get you, sucker!”
When I called the vet, I started by saying “I bet you won’t be surprised when I say I’d like to reschedule today’s appointments.”
“Not at all,” she said. She was laughing.
“This is so wrong,” I said.
“I know,” she said. “It’s like Mother Nature felt that winter wasn’t bad enough, so she decided to give us a bit more, just so we didn’t feel cheated.”
A couple of days ago, my woods looked ready to bloom.
March 30, 2016
April 2, 2016
The forsythia were beginning to bloom.
Now … how about today and yesterday?
The Vernal Equinox came. You can’t argue with the Equinox. It happens and the earth literally shifts into the tilt towards warm weather. Polar Vortex, be gone! Your time has passed.
By next weekend, it will be over, finally and fully.
A week from today, the Red Sox will open their season at Fenway Park. Play ball!