It’s March, and I’m dressed in a slim black turtleneck sweater. Despite my clothes and the snow on the ground. I’m ready for spring. I probably still have a long wait.
When we moved to Minnesota at the end of March 2000, we thankfully didn’t have any snow on the ground—only a few flurries in the air. But in other years we have had snow for Easter and our anniversary at the end of April.
This year, we moved 100 miles south in the brutal cold of a January winter, but we’ve still had more than our share of winter white. Will it melt quicker here?
After a foot of snow this week, we can just see the top of our trash can peeking over the snow bank. I’ve registered my prediction to the complaint committee for when we’ll see the grass in our front yard. What is your guess?