March

It’s the end of February and March is nigh. My boss always used to say, “I have no use for March.” Winter’s not quite over and spring hasn’t quite begun at this time of year. There’s plenty of mud, slush, and so forth to look forward to over the next month.

 Thanks to climate change, the last week has been unseasonably warm, with temps in the 40s and 50s. The sidewalks are finally clear and one is free to walk wherever one likes at last, without fearing risk of injury or death. I am so grateful I could weep.

Nonetheless, it’s not pretty out there. I spend an inordinate amount of time rinsing out muddy dog towels and sweeping acres of sand from every surface of the house. These days the cleanest place to be outside is the beach, but one would have to be air-lifted to avoid the muck and mire.

Already the memories of literally inching my way through the streets are repressing themselves into subconsciousness. The pain and trauma has begun to recede with the ice and snow. Luckily I have this blog to remind me of the truth about winter. Not only that, but colder temps are predicted for the immediate future. It’s not over yet. Not by a long shot.