As the snow less winter continues to unfold, I was struck today by how quickly accustom we have become to it. Low temperatures are still the rule but a clean track for the cars, no banks to struggle to see around, and a whole set of different muscles we haven't had to use at all, has made this as memorable as a winter with drifts up to the eaves.
People are out and about. Today a women in 2 inch heals walked all over the beach at low tide photographing rocks and impressions in the sand. Kids have been photographed on the sea wall; some bundled up against the wind, many not so bundled up. Yesterday I saw a rabbit cross the road as I was driving off the point. What he and his brothers are eating right now is anyone's guess. (Grass I planted last fall is green but there isn't much of it.) There is a filler plant in the garden by the flagpole that seems to have grown since the fall though; I noticed it today when I considered going out there to weed.
That's the kind of winter it has been. The Groundhog isn't back in the hole yet with his feet up and I am thinking about weeding. The New England Fatalist in me is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Will March be the craziest month ever? The Blizzard of 78 began 34 years ago tonight and today there is a moon that matches the light in the Tower. Are we destined to pay some kind of a price for being able to clean up the yard and go the dump in a sweatshirt? Haley headed across the parking lot in slippers and no socks today and I only winced a little. The cat has spent nearly every night out and if there are rabbits around then he has probably had his share of mice to chase. Its weird.
A year ago there was five feet of snow on the ground and my boots were getting old. I had a new bag of salt at the ready and three shovels for each of us. Maybe the history lesson is that you never can tell. Or maybe March will shut me up about the weather.