We didn't get any measurable accumulation, just enough to ice up everything and make the roads a little sloppy slick. And enough to make the drive miserable.
I sit here, at work, and look out at the golf course about a quarter mile away. I can see the giant cottonwoods, still completely bare, swaying in the wind and watch the clouds, scuddy grey with the promise of more snow, slowly build bigger and bigger. The golf course is green, but, then again, it's always green when it's not covered in snow. The only leaves I see on any trees are on the willows, even the aspens are showing just bare white bark. A few minutes ago, I could see a hawk slowly glide away, riding the thermals as the asphalt heats up the cold air. If there were no clouds, it'd been warm and comforting. But, as Old Man Winter refuses to loosen his cold, icy grip, the earth waits. Patiently, but waits. Still no sign of spring. It's 42 degrees right now, which is about as warm as it's going to get. Tonight, more snow. Then, this weekend, again, more snow is predicted. And, as my left knee is aching from the weather, I know that we will get more snow.
I'm getting very tired of winter. And I know that spring is no where to be found as I still haven't seen any turkey buzzards. They're the heralds of spring here. We have robins nesting all winter, as do many other birds. I've seen a few bees and wasps, but no aphids (thank goodness). Centipedes were being disturbed when I was laying down fresh mulch and worms are all over the place. But, one 80 degree day does not spring make.
