We awoke this morning and watched March – the glorious month of Spring and Daylight Savings Time – doing it again.


We’re in the middle of another one of her snowstorms, with about seven or eight inches of the wet variety already accumulated as we speak.


We lost power in the wee hours, but it came back about 8 a.m. The Mourning Doves are having trouble finding their usual breakfast; the Dark-Eyed Juncos and White-Throated Sparrows have switched to suet, and none of them is thinking about taking a bath.


After it lets up a bit, we hope to get our driveway plowed and then shovel out the house entrance way. If the sun comes out, it will be stunningly beautiful. Meanwhile, we’ve left a light on.


(Brooklin, Maine)