Get Snappy!

Far from a February thaw, we got February deep freezes and walloping snow storms, so I started the month of March intending to be a wintertime ambassador and make the last two weeks of the groundhog's prediction of six more weeks of winter fly by.  I, all bundled up in several layers of winter warmies, and my poodle, sporting her red snow coat, went up to Topsmead to revel in the sunshine and latest post-snowstorm drifts.

What we found was a landscape deeply buried in snow, a solitary landscape devoid of people except for one lone snowshoer hurrying towards the Ecology Trail and seeking protection from the wind goddesses of Jefferson Hill.  The Welcome Center was sound asleep under its duvet of snow, yet in some places, the frivolous wind goddesses had scoured the landscape right down to the brown pine needles.

In the parking lot, the handicapped parking sign was barely visible amidst a veritable glacier of plowed snow.  Along the driveway, the stone walls disappeared beneath the snow, leaving only their tops visible, looking almost like remnants of an archeological dig begging to be excavated.  And oh my gosh!  When I got up to Miss Edith's house, I could only see the upper half peeking out above mountainous piles of plowed snow!

But March has thwarted my wintertime ambassadorship by calling on all of its weather tools to meet the challenge of melting winter's snow in its first two weeks.  It has marched in like a lion with sleet and rain and sun and warmer temps and more sleet and rain and sun and warmer temps.  If this keeps up, we might just get to St. Patrick's Day and be able to plant snap peas.

So March, get snappy!

Margaret Hunt
Blogmistress